Manzanita

Are you the deer
That came to our window
Out of your deep grey forest?
How could you tell we’re tourists?
Let’s pretend like we’re our ancestors
Let’s live and die and try it all
Let’s carve our names in stone for the centuries
And still feel nebulously small
Am I the land
From which I’m growing
Or shoved off this rocky shore
Unmoored forever more?
Let’s pretend like we’re our ancestors
Let’s live and die and try it all
Let’s carve our names in stone for the centuries
And still feel nebulously small