Ah to be alive
on a mid-September morn
fording a stream
barefoot, pants rolled up,
holding boots, pack on,
sunshine, ice in the shallows,
Rustle and shimmer of icy creek waters
stones turn underfoot, small and hard as toes
cold nose dripping
creek music, heart music,
smell of sun on gravel.
I pledge allegiance
I pledge allegiance to the soil
of Turtle Island,
and to the beings who thereon dwell
under the sun
With joyful interpenetration for all.
"For All" by Gary Snyder. Text as published in The Gary Snyder Reader: Prose, Poetry and Translations, 1952-1998 (Volume I, Counterpoint, 1999).
Art credit: Untitled image by unknown photographer.