on a mid-September mornfording a streambarefoot, pants rolled up,holding boots, pack on,sunshine, ice in the shallows,northern Rockies.Rustle and shimmer of icy creek watersstones turn underfoot, small and hard as toescold nose drippingsinging insidecreek music, heart music,smell of sun on gravel.I pledge allegianceI pledge allegiance to the soilof Turtle Island,and to the beings who thereon dwellone … Continue reading Gary Snyder, For all / Για όλους