you moonwalk out of the building
whose wall tiles are blue-etched in history
giant banners follow the marbled columns
as you stand to witness sunset throbs
in glorious colors, washing
large window frames with ecru & peach tints
beneath black suit
how sober cold you hold yourself
refracted by city neon lights-
you belong here yet not quite from the tilt of your head-
on cobbled steps, you marvel the carvings
and gothic shape of the building
and hearing the folklore rising from the relics
and feeling its hot breath on your skin-
maybe it will take another decade or two
of walking & inhaling the sun-baked streets
to feel connected to the ancient land the building
stands after hearing the land acknowledgement
for now, you just want to respect
the ties that bind us all under the eyes
of the ever-steady moon-
for now, you just want nothing more than be hurled
to the sky, star-wrinkled
glinting of mysteries, stirring in you an ocean of awe
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This is an example of a land acknowledgement:
Land Acknowledgement for Toronto
We acknowledge the land we are meeting on is the traditional territory of many nations including the Mississaugas of the Credit, the Anishnabeg, the Chippewa, the Haudenosaunee and the Wendat peoples and is now home to many diverse First Nations, Inuit and Métis peoples. We also acknowledge that Toronto is covered by Treaty 13 with the Mississaugas of the Credit.
I love how you contrast the city with the origin of original nations it resides in... a powerful poem, where after rereading made perfect sense.
ReplyDeleteGrace, thank you for sharing the 'land acknowledgement'. Very interesting and I love how you state "you belong here yet not quite from the tilt of your head-" and
ReplyDelete"for now, you just want nothing more than be hurled
to the sky, star-wrinkled
glinting of mysteries, stirring in you an ocean of awe" such an awesome ending!
'the ties that bind us all'
ReplyDeleteSuch strong words. So true. A lovely poem, Grace.
I think it is great that your city gives this recognition to the first Nation's people who live/lived there. Very well done, Grace.
ReplyDeleteInteresting approach here into an acknowledgement which transforms the building in which it was decided (or "heard"). City rejoins the land and the people in the voice of this poem. Well done, Grace. Around here the suburbs are built over ghosts.
ReplyDeleteI like the flow of this poem, rather like the rambling of a wild plant. I suppose true acknowledgement of the rights of the land would be to leave it alone, unpolluted and free, but in our days, that isn't going to happen. Business is still business.
ReplyDeleteLove your land acknowledgement. "You belong here, yet not quite".
ReplyDeletePeoples finally being acknowledged is powerful.
Such a lyrical exploration, Grace. I'm seeing more land acknowledgements in my area, too.
ReplyDeleteAwesome poem Grace.
ReplyDeletemaybe it will take another decade or two
of walking & inhaling the sun-baked streets
to feel connected to the ancient land the building
stands after hearing the land acknowledgement
Hopefully one day we will all feel that true connection to an ancient land. :)
A beautiful ceremony--we should acknowledge every land in this way, and also that the land belongs to all living creatures, not just humans.
ReplyDeletea potent poem Grace as the poet and reader begin to connect "hearing the folklore rising from the relics"
ReplyDeletePowerful poem, with a beautiful ending, Grace!
ReplyDeleteI like the way you draw us to the building having been built on existing land at once natural at once indigenous. That all buildings have a history not entirely their own.
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