recipe
not sugar and spice –
stuff of plantations
exploitation
tropical malaise –
I’m more made of
emerald moss and fiddlehead ferns
nodding jewelweed and shy trilliums
pliant giant kelp and playful otter fur
moonlight and starshine and lightning
crisp wintergreen and warm raspberries
quiet may apples and brisk creek water
brilliant wood lilies and half-closed gentians
retreating seafoam and irrepresible crane cries
I’m not so sweet –
more made from the must
of shale clay and duff
seasoned with ocean salt
scented with woodsmoke –
unable to be
otherwise
