She says that I am the daughter of
intelligence. I will do great things, and
they will call me Miracle, Hand-to-Sky.
The rivers will run and
tell my name as they pass.

Slowly conquered by love so swift,
she says I will sift their dreams
like so much sand
and interpret the geometry of heaven
(Tessellating sleep means do not speak)

Call me Huntress, Dream-Singer,
Daughter of Good Fortune.