“Estuary” by Ann Johnstone
Splendid hand, salt/sweet splayed
Countless fingers at low tide.
Life wiggles, flips, scuttles , soars,
Hiding, flaunting, sedge, silt, stone
How’s that for infrastructure?
We cut off your thumb to build a road.
It still pulsates on the other side
With shared stuff, memory, purpose.
We didn’t know better then.
That thumb – do we mutilate it more
Or consider future health?
Do we know better now?
Maybe if we conduct a hundred -year -study
We’ll see the whole body……
Source, river, estuary, us, source, river, estuary, us.
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