Shaman thinks with his needle
draws a topographical map
over his sailor’s skin
Conjuring land,
water feeling land,
wind sending emissaries
of birds
A reader of swell over fetch,
the whips of birds’ returns,
the eyes of stars
Waka long
and home strong fast
wind abeam wood
and cloth
Who did this?
We and what’s wrought
on the pondering cords of the sewn
of our sought found by water
watched by winds
and the stars
~ Lady