In anger

...
Worship

Years on shore
I planted turtle eggs
clams for the tide
for the moon- old
pillar white lip -headless
shrimp and oysters.

Unthanked, I
finally threw
a stone to the water
as far as heavy a stone
as I could throw.


I wrote this in 1991 as a reaction to development in the suburbs of northern virginia. Which, of course, is nothing compared to 15 years later. Had I known!

I like this poem today in respect to our position in the world, the war (the occupation) and the current administration.