Or is it dreamscape
Or is it reality
The land, the lake, the cabin
– off the grid
new words I have finally learned for old ways.
The land is the oldest way
and I, white woman that I am,
have learned long ago that this is
I live here because the reserve ends far short of the traditional lands
I live here because the people were moved back from the other lake to a less desirable spot
for white people, for sure…
I offered to send the lease money to Skeechestan rather than to British Columbia
as an expression of my belief about whose land it is…
But the chief didn’t think that would make a difference.
So we wait
For justice to be done:
So we wait, taking care of the land
-- off the grid
For all those yet to come.
© Celia Haig-Brown, December 2004