Tell me again how my body 
is like the land unfolding;
the land, like a body, like a mother:
all of us held and holding.

Show me the way to the sky
to witness the mountains meeting.
The wind in the clouds and my hair:
what endures when all is fleeting.

Walk on the shore beside me,
hold hands and sand and sighing;
call to the birds, the sea, so soft:
we are both fallen and flying.