Out from the shadows through the wildness of green
along rivers and creeks and where people have been;
I am lone upon a hillside.
And the land, all but still, and the sun at its height
and a wind or a will over mountains and farmlands,
wide rivers and oceans; sunlight filtering through
greens; upon my knees and this forest floor
swept clean as a chapel.
In the distance, broad places of people
and the sounds and silences of livingngess.