The otters want to make escape,
But I know I can’t either.
For there’s too many creeks
And too many lakes
That house coyotes and beavers.
This land has given for centuries
To the Dakota and Ho-Chunk people,
Menominee and Chippewa,
Amongst the Dutch and Swedish.
And to this day
I feel trapped
In adoration for my home here
That I made with furs now strapped
Around my waist. Proudly.