My family doesn’t gather
aggregaterockssmoothed
for holidays
madebytidalritual
we don’t see each other smiling
riverweavestheuniverse
over roast turkeys and heavy
alivinggift
boxes wrapped in green foil.
I know no stories
salmonrocksriveroceanwillow
of previous generations
wovenlikebasketsoverandunder
somebody was a farmer
watersinksintosoil
somebody was an aristocrat
waterblessesthebody
there is the Finnish front
waterdefinesboundaries
there a Catholic
waterissanctified
there not.
Without God to tell us
whatitmeanstolivedownstream
what the land is for
beyondtheuseofwater
what women are for
beyondtheuseofman
we hold dominion only
riverweavestheuniverse
over ourselves.
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