Rest

The rain pounds, awake hearing, 

  camp roof and damp earth.

Cold mornings, wet wool overhead,

  the river playing in the background.

Trips to the spring, living water,

  don't hit the bottom, or dirt comes.

Canada jays, gor-bie, smell of evergreen,

  beaver tails, and moo to the moose.

Lessons of trails and signs and marks,

  the old horse barn in the middle of woods.

Long walks into sacred places to sit,

  and leave a mark in a book.

Wet money, which means nothing out here

  with harvesting food from the wood.