Land and Sky Ours

This very land that I sit upon,
Drove me to an edge one day.
I wanted to fish for freedom,
But they broke my dragnet.

So I brought a bigger net,
For an even bigger freedom.

Look at us,
Content with this quiet disorder.
Land and sky ours,
Unclaimed and soon to forgotten.

“This very land I call my own,
It has bled a hundred times over”,
Said my father’s father, whose mother’s
Father had taught him how to fish
For freedom and more freedom.