Where We Are poetry I saw her diving

I saw her diving

in the middle

Perhaps you should – as you sail

a form of AndOrNotcarrytheOne (what If sounds like when youre dEad

What really matters is real estate’s fool

Where We Are poetry I saw her divingRead Duncan McLean's introduction to Where We Are. ISBN: 9780648917670 When I first left my home, the gnawing ache for all Id left behind family, friends, my land, my whole life made me numb and thrawn. Weeping and sobbing bubblin an greetin, as you would call it in Scotland would have been too wet and hand wringy. What I felt was bone dry and primal; I wanted to drop to my knees, throw my head back and howl. I pined like an animal, without tears.