KINGSLAND BAY

What is your name and what

do you know and what

together can we do?

Folded, weighted, shifting,

broken and remade,

the layers hidden underneath.

And where on this map

of shifting stone

do we belong?

Come walk and name

this place, this very place,

this weather and these trees:

limestone bluff,

the edge edged with white cedar

—and the rain.

And when the blowdown comes

may we trust

our own entangled roots?