Sitting, Not Standing

Sitting, Not Standing

This land is going but we’ve nowhere to go

A wood my kids planted no longer bears fruit

Peach blossoms bloom only in my head


Yet we saw down the trees, cut them to chairs

Domestic animals that stand on four legs

Screeching when you force them to budge


My children and I sit on the coast  

Watching the rollers coil and leap

Rising to a wave high as the moon

Vanishing the sky 


We do not move