the way the water looks.
it was the same for
the cannery workers in the twenties
the same for crews of vancouver’s ships
the same for the paddlers of the long war canoes
bent on material goods and slaves
the same for the very first
band of human immigrants
seeking warmth as they
pushed south from the bering land bridge
and the same before any
human eyes, for
thousands and thousands and thousands
*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.