musée mia burrus

This Land

land acknowledgement/prayer flags
on this wave of ten-thousand-year
old moraine    sheltered
by grandmother pines planted
by long-ago school children

this land loved by the Anishinaabe

bow down
give wordless greetings
silent thanks

she who is bigger
than boundaries
greater than nations
remember her

honour her
bend and weave as basket
willow    ripple
flow with water and air

listen for unlooked-for
lessons    attend    the tender
shoots’ teachings

respect the elders
cornucopians past
they saw abundance
if only     at times    in dreams

from  wood  bone  hide  reed
they dreamed into being
drums and flutes to praise
forest  marshland  antlered buck

lands without title
but not without name
common and plain
were gardens for human hands


entitled settlers farmed
tilled up the green teachers
and sowed in their place
rows of leggy beggars

will I call the willow ‘mine’?
can you own the water
that washes you clean?
the air that bathes the earth?

may we own even the land
that shifts and slips
though it holds a stake
for the duration

of a few generations?