By Barbara Bloom
So far north here, sometimes
it feels like we’re teetering
on the very edge of the Earth
and into the region the ancient maps
called Terra Incognita.
Hard to get a solid footing.
Chill wind through the giant trees
that have seen it all. The branches
of the western red cedar
with its delicate tracery of needles
lift and fall
like a ragged breath.
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