I have a birthmark on my hand-

I am coming
into the Central Mountains. I am
a small daughter with
wooden eyes- I am

a girlchild in the primordial ferns-

down in the
wild black earth where it rains-

where it
is spring. my hands are red and raw
and they go through the earth- I am

a small girl in the fields. I am in love with
a man, who has eyes like wood,
and walks out

into the lapping light with wooden
eyes- I am alone in the fields. I am

small and huddled in the winter,
when the earth closes His mouth,
and the sky is a great Hand is a
Great childish eye that has stars-

and I am completely at home among the mountains, that
are cold that are frank garments and very much like