Young women glide in hanbok, with hand drums
and dance. This is their country, and they sway, decorated
in flowers. I remember
horror and indignation
from embassy staff, but i see it still, undeterred:
In their endurance, in their 5000 years
of absorbing invasion, immigration, subjugation
and some alchemical fermentations fed by the earth
i see they can be pattern and inspiration. This is
a Canada we could become, with enough patience
justice, time and maple syrup.
Change is always fermentation is always change
is where the flavour lives.