I want to be lost
To cut away the cords that hold me here
Encased in this form, like glass
To melt the tears of forgotten winters
Laid down in the high country
By ancestors who’s names
We did not think it important to remember
I want to also become nameless
Letting my body be a channel
Hewn in the living stone
My spine is a riverbed
A conduit of the great thawing
When I could not hold back the flood
I opened the gates and let
The uncontainable move through me
You saw us there
Planted on the borders
Of waters fed by many tributaries
You saw how our roots probe the dark earth
Roots wordlessly interwoven
Without end or beginning
Saw how cradled by the broken stone
We knew ourselves
Members of a great ecology