A Rachmaninoff whirl
the wind and the waves
and black puffins and a black bench
and nothing between us and the south pole
but this swirling soup.

Let’s stay here and live in a cave
and at night light a big fire
 and remind the rocks of
where they came from.

Let's fish with the birds
and roam with the horse
and sing to the sea
and wash in waterfalls.

Feel the warmth of Basalt
absorbing the sun
Listen for ancestors in the wind
keep on the right side of trolls
and never throw a stone.