Like a pelagic blue-footed booby
flying through Patagonian rain shadow,
I travel over the fire road
to perch on the rock that bears my spirit.
In Cusco, Peru, I hold sky in my hands,
enter the Mouth of the Puma
between His teeth, into His head.
Billions of stars vibrate
a rhythmic timeless language.
I hear my mother's voice echo
you're all the sunlight
that's ever been in my life.
In my odyssey for a place to rest
I trust I'll find what I need,
an ancient sea full of coral reefs,
the promise of new beginnings,
a sanctuary built by God, a spot just for us
with wild geese and boundless reeds.