Way down in a low place

Yawning into field

Skirting now the river pushing water, further falling; lower still

Oh, my word

Oh, my captain

Oh, my ghost stepped into view—

My disappeared redeemer’s

Lost believer seen in you

Steering wide of shelter

Flung afield and out afar

Under eyes that play and shine and give away just what savages we are

Oh, my stars

Oh, my dear lonesome

Oh, the least that I can do—

My rearranging stranger’s

Finest danger seen in you

Thrown out for the starlings

In air and at your feet

Commanded by a weather to be gathered, one calls ‘forward,’ then ‘retreat.’

Oh, my witness

My revolution

Marching headlong into blue—

My creature now forgiven

My reliving seen in you