The land perceives 
forest and field.

Imagines a border, 
a slowly waving ribbon,
defining time over decades.

Understands the back and forth 
of each creature to suit it's needs.

Field to forest,
forest to field. 

Thoughts wander as owls orbit 
and salmon navigate, 
what is to stop them?

An unquiet land might speak
through forest, through field.

Sacrifice 
imagination to fantasy
-and suffer.