• How many nights
    have I lain in terror,
    O Creator Spirit, Maker of night and day,


    only to walk out
    the next morning over the frozen world
    hearing under the creaking of snow
    faint, peaceful breaths...
    snake,
    bear, earthworm, ant...

    and above me
    a wild crow crying 'yaw yaw yaw'
    from a branch nothing cried from ever in my life.