wind

standing at the birth place of this watershed

mountain whispered wind ()
and that
consciousness materialized like a thunderhead birthed by breath

boots on august snow
gifting that mountain eloquence wrapped in beautiful words
i found the task as light as a feather
and just as powerful

for the winds of gratitude can lift stones from earth
just as winter wind freezes water in a crevice causing a crack

and that's how it was
thanking mountain for being
brought my gratitude to wind
as alive as she is on my skin

and her traumatic breaking power
patiently reducing mountain into that
periodic table of the elements

elements

carried by water over landscapes
to forests and gardens that
nourish this body
that carried me to say
- thanks -

...

Do that everyday
First Thing
she would say

...

we would gather in that frigid blackness before dawn
in ceremony, in preparation
creating beauty
to help him rise

eloquence

it was years before i realized that ceremony is what you do.
ceremony is no one thing, but the wind inside our voices when we speak eloquence
our words of gratitude

...

do that everyday
First Thing
she would say

...

that mountain whispered wind into
consciousness and I watched these thoughts closely
to catch them on this page

Robson Glacier 2012