Quiet thicket
Canopy of wood
Some become sleepy
Some will roam
Some stand very still
Still dreaming
Look
Gaze into a water
Firmament
In the crux
Of long shadows
The stick indian
Is in
The here
I have been singing so long
I sing this song now
Dream out that
That
I am saying
Upon the gray blanket
I shook them snakes
One became twenty
I shook them off
Ten
I shook them off
They are gone now
And won’t return
Peace returned
They say make a song
I am singing
T o remember
And sing it
In the new places entering
We do that now