Perma People Poem

(sound of breathing in and out)
I breathe with you, mama
(sound of heartbeat)
alive I am
in the mud collecting sunshine
stories lighting up at your ancient feet
in the shooting shower I wash my old face
once upon a time
 wrinkle wrinkle

sit with me, father oak
see, I want to share my curious heart
 weave like the weaver
 web like the spider
 eat like the hungry man
rolling down these roaming hills
I remember how I've forgotten
once upon a time

begin
and the source will flood the rivers
of your tingling hand
there is your name
(sound of wind)
come, stay
live it all -