So it came time
         For me to cede myself
And I chose
The wind
        To be delivered to

The wind was glad
        And said it needed all
The body
It could get
        To show its motions with

And wanted to know
         Willingly as I hoped it would
If it could do
Something in return
         To show its gratitude

When the tree of my bones
         Rises from the skin I said
Come and whirlwinding
Stroll my dust
         Around the plain

So I can see
        How ocotillo does
And how saguaro-wren is
And when you fall
         With evening

Fall with me here
        Where we can watch
The closing up of day
And think how morning breaks