Remembering

He knew the locust was telling him everything would soon be right and the way it is supposed to be

The canoe seemed empty as it flowed down the will of the river

The Rhinos were asleep and dreaming

mostly they dreamed of rhubarb pie and flying and dying

Head in the tree tops

the Giraffe

A prayer for the end of a dry season...

Behold, there ariseth a little cloud out of the sea, like a man's hand.

The loneliest beach...

where sea monsters find rest from all the troubles of the world

I have commanded the ravens to feed you

The ravens brought him bread and meat in the morning and bread and meat in the evening, and he drank from the brook.