From a cleft in sharp rock water emerges from the mountain to shine on lichen and a small stream where swifts and marmots drink. Gathering

Open as the sea to the broad morning the sky breaks out in turquoise blue. Swifts rise and fall, whirl and turn. Dolphins fish the

With the sun bright as June, the land drying but still green, I’ll launch into the open sky, find an old crow to hunt with

The Hollywood cowboys – maybe a few of the real ones – in their big hats and pistols, would go down shooting. The rangers I