I was living in the Pacific Northwest not long ago and there was a lot of talk of dismantling huge dams on the Columbia River. There is a lot in this poem. Everything we do gets undone anyway. For good or ill. Not a bad thought given recent events here in the States. Makes me think about the half life of memory and the magic erasing power of apology and forgiveness.
I was living in the Pacific Northwest not long ago and there was a lot of talk of dismantling huge dams on the Columbia River. There is a lot in this poem. Everything we do gets undone anyway. For good or ill. Not a bad thought given recent events here in the States. Makes me think about the half life of memory and the magic erasing power of apology and forgiveness.