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Which World


There is a path

winding between Sitka spruce,

passing totem poles stolen

from their island homes,

emptied of ashes and bones,

placed along the trail.

In the distance, a volcano.

Raven flies

just above the

surface of things, bald

eagle watching through

layers of air and water

for the fish

passing through,

shining in the cold

river like light

from another world.

everything moving, everything

moving to

come together, come together and

fall apart, again.

the water rushing.

the heart beating.


I am waiting for you

at the mouth of the river.



[Originally published in NHS 1994, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs94/index.html#43.]