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.