Let your words rush like a river, 
like rocks tumbling, water flowing, 
flooding down, water runs, crows fly!

Flying up above I see my reflection 
in the water, court it, court my shadow 
but cannot pull it from the surface 

or peel it screaming from the rocks.
Water runs, crows fly, shadows glide.
There are too many holes in the sky.

Courting Crow will never be whole.
I’m so in love with my reflection, shadow
dark in the water, always half astride.

Courting Crow will never fix the sky.
I’ll never be whole until my flight is one with
rocks and water, river crashing down,

until my bones are back up above,
the rocks tumbling up to fill the holes,
the rivers flowing backwards to source.