What is a song?

A song is a wild horse

That you court with your voice

A swift spirit

Who belongs to the land.

“Listen, listen!”

With your thin ears and not your thick ears.

And her melodies and harmonies run like rivulets

Capillaries in the river deltas that thread and breathe and weave us into the dreaming of this, our Earth

And show us our humanity, remember us to the humble lives of our ancestors

In a cascade of images that merge and fade like waves in the golden-honey sea.

A song is the alchemy

Of a whispered prayer

To remember who you are

And who you are yet to be.