A boy chases a balloon the wind takes away

A pale moon wavers in the air

Yellow pool on the water –

the river turns in an oxbow

winds us around the moon

In forest’s spacious rooms

smelling of moss and wet spruce

sparrows dip wings in rain water pools

–An osprey pushes us away–

Mist falls on our faces

twilight unspools, full of nets

We wade to shore, boat loaded with firewood

our boots filling up with night