I grieve in a cold mountain river.
Water swirls around my body,
my stony life in melted snow –
tastes like time beginning.
Water swirls around my body,
as rain falls from wild leaves –
a taste of time beginning,
pushing up with the high country.
As rain falls from wild leaves,
a plump and jovial naked babe
is pushed out of the high country,
seasoned with memory of trees.
Once a plump and jovial babe,
this stony life is melted snow,
seasons and memories of trees.
I grieve in a cold mountain river