Selected Poems
Unworthy
In a cool breeze, she lies naked on her back
uncovered, her body is a painted tribal map.
Who am I to tag, new to me, places that
have already been given native names?
Valleys, rivers and hills are still unknown
after thirty plus years of wandered travel.
Lost, I am ashamed to once claim discovery.
as she turns her back on me, in her sleep.
uncovered, her body is a painted tribal map.
Who am I to tag, new to me, places that
have already been given native names?
Valleys, rivers and hills are still unknown
after thirty plus years of wandered travel.
Lost, I am ashamed to once claim discovery.
as she turns her back on me, in her sleep.
