Landform

I was born a landform

           during the high-water stages.

I was a stand-in,

           a witness mark for the truth.

There were comet tracings on my body &

           other scorings.

They would never recede.

My torso was a picture

           of a torso.

You don’t know me.

You’re the only person I’ve told.

I’ve been westering ever since:

           looking for my wildlands.