Canadian Identity

do I really need the tundra or does it just not give a damn how them is it possible to think twice

I awake each morning a new version of an old language growing verbs in a seedbed of nouns only peat moss knows which rivers make the language in which I live

or is it my native tongue which makes river beds fork into definition this pre­Cambrian particularity

I cannot affirm this otherness even the great divide is arbitrary when my isolation knows no bounds

© Diane Stevenson Schmolka .

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