The flock whorls;
something in the starry night.
Sweetgrass outlines
the Sweetwater River.
Pilgrims cross it nine
times; leave a trail
of markers, stepping
stones in the sand.
Again and Again the
dead call out through
waxy lips, “live now,
live now, live now.”
At night when the
fire is at its peak,
the coyotes howl,
mountain lions prowl,
and pilgrims whorl
in the starry night.