I've gone wild--letting the salt of the ocean accumulate along the margins of my skin. I've called the sun to take me and fill me with lassitude and sprinkle me with freckles pattened after its sister constellations. I treated with the easterly breeze, the funneling sand, and viridian waters. I heard my name spoken by leaf and stone companions--knowing not the word they sang but rather the tune that pulsed like water rolling off and around broken earth.