First Afternoon
There are a million pebbles beneath my feet.
A small riverbed sleeps eight feet in front of me,
The wind circles my small chest.
First Morning
I rise to a full forest and a hungry belly.
A long haired father with three caught fish,
two Trout and one Steelhead.
First Night
Limbs of Red Cedars move at night.
I hear the Tree dream particles come out from underneath us.
Father wakes me and feeds the fire outside,
The trees then move again.
