White on white
world.
Hourly avalanches
off the roof.
Snow
breast-high
filling our view
at the French doors
like a glass of milk.
Kelly Salasin
Kelly Salasin
Having land is like being pregnant.
“I walked your land the other day,” friends say, like taking the liberty of touching your belly.
It’s too late (and equally awkward) to respond, “No, don’t.”
Like a baby, land belongs to everyone.
Kelly Salasin, Timber Framed
Kelly Salasin
Kelly Salasin, November 2009
Kelly Salasin 2009