The Day After Guy Fawkes Day

Does it count the day after, to say that I remembered Guy Fawkes Day yesterday. 

Many times during the day's hours, lines of the 17th century rhyme, “Remember, remember the Fifth of November / Gunpowder, treason and plot ….” passed through my mind. 

This is the day when I think about how deep colonial roots go and how hard it is for me to keep present in my mind the multiple origin stories that I now carry with me – especially since I am out moving rocks around that have been here long before settlers came here a few hundred years ago.  

I forget about treason and rebellion for the time being.  

I turn the poem around and say 

“Remember, remember … the thousands of people who have watched the turning of seasons reflected in this lake, for millennials before you have stood here.

Arta