I can narrow it down
Somewhere between the end of March and the end of June, 2003. I distinctly remember sitting in the shared apartment in Victoria, BC while composing that poem, during that brief attempt to become an ex-pat.
If I'd found work, I'd still be there. It seems I have an affinity for granite outcrops and old-growth forest, lapped by large bodies of salt water.
Coast of Maine, anyone?
