Sleeping Bear

When the storm rolls in,

I move quickly

Over jagged rocks and sand.

Across the great wild back

Of the sleeping bear.

I follow tracks and shapes in clouds.

I walk under a canopy-sky

Of rain and insects.

In the ghost tree valley;

Shadows climb in the distance.

There are two ways to travel:

In the darkness,

And in the light.

And I chase patches of sky

On a stormy sleeping bear night.