Talking to the Owl

We’ll catch the sun - my sweet daughter
As it spreads gold on the water
We’ll watch trees spread their shadows
We’ll chase dragonflies and count the swallows
We’ll run downhill and up again
We’ll twirl our arms and spin

We’ll catch the sun - my sweet daughter
As it writes another golden day to water
When the moment is nearly perfect
When all is growing still and quiet
We’ll shout our joy to the wind
We’ll fill our lungs and shout again

The hot days linger into night.  
Water comes by thunderstorm.
My precious free days I seek cool water. 
Mountain streams.  Clear glacial ponds.  Oceans. 
I follow the cascading streams up mountains.
I live on boletes and watercress.
I find a valley where every pool is sweet and clear.
I look for stones round enough to roll a thousand miles.
I bring them to the river and drop them in.
I bless them so they may join the ocean.