Acadie

the castle

two towers 

green hillsides surrounding me

rolling down towards

far horizons

the spaces, the freedom, are a wall

ashlar impenetrable

doubtful descending spiral staircases 

how to escape when queen?

where is the king?

over yonder?

It's so far

it takes so long to reach that line

i loose myself half way

soft, no bottom 

to my longing

the castle 's a faint memory

stop the search

sit and look

the cold entering bones

look

specks of blood in snow

there; animal hair,

a feather,

the rock face in our mountain

from the deep dungeon of my loving

i climb towards the sun

do not ever think that castles bring us freedom

the more we own 

the more enclosed we are

your skin, my skin

it still sends currents

up our spines

bare stones do not burn

when will i be free?

i never read Longfellow's

Evangeline

never reached Acadie