I would care to meet you
man of the low sky,
who catches the winds voice
in his hands
and steals the colours
from the rainbow.
You, who are the soft clouds
refuge, and who waits for me
by and by.
But I must still the horizon
a time longer.
I seek the path
of my ancestors.
They speak to me
through the seeings
of the eagle
and the breathing
of the river.
I must follow their memory
and return to nature
by way of a mountain.
Sally Plumb
