Know Nothing

I step into a world

equal parts magic

and devastation.

I wander off down

a path unforeseen.

Tankers, pipelines, sure

verities of need,

mixed with an old light

breaking through cedars

too tall to photograph,

totem poles too tall

to photograph. I know

that I know nothing.

Ravens’ guttural

ask and answer.

I walk on your land.

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