by Robyn Sarah
I do not speak
for the voiceless masses, no.
Nor for the poor, for women, or
for Canada, the True North Strong and Free.
Nor for my other Country ’Tis of Thee.
Not for “my people” (whoever they may be),
nor yet for poets or for poetry.
I do not presume
to speak for anyone but me,
yet hope that speaks for Us.
I “speak.” That is to say –
I say what I see, and sus
what I must think is true
from seeing what I say.
It might boil down to I was here.
Put differently:
I leave my bird-tracks
in fresh-fallen snow,
and fly away.
— from Juniper Volume 3, Issue 1