La Push

 

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A guest on the edge of Quileute land

where the forest meets 

the sea

 

I look 

into the west,

toward the red sun

 

And the place 

my people 

came here from.

 

A long time ago we did belong.

Part, with rivers 

and with the trees,

 

In a great story many 

generations

in the making,

 

The breaking 

of which 

has become a goal of conquest.

 

A guest

on the edge 

I stand

 

With one foot 

occupying 

stolen land

 

And one 

in the ocean 

that connects us all

 

Through time 

and space,

to stories and place

 

Where still  

we each

belong.

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