You, sacred winds, call me to your lava bed
You who swim upstream, to spawn and join the dead
You new vistas, fecund and mossy green
You with ancient meaning, to me still unforeseen
You wild bear alone, seeking truth in moonlit night
You in the canyon, an eagle’s gift in flight
You have been harvested, cedars tall and strong
You sing the mystery, in the raven’s song
You with frozen cries, locked in a glacial vault
You must understand, my love is not my fault