Excerpt from Dawn Recital #3 
as transcribed by Orla Merrin
(beneath the amber reed horn  tuned to fog-pitch):

Before the first footfall of light  I stir 
In rags of grey I spin my verse unseen--
Each root a thought  each spore a trembling word 
My rhyme a breath caught deep in limestone’s spleen.

I speak of fossils folded into prayer 
Of winds that once named rivers after stars 
And how the hare forgot the fox’s dare 
But I-moss-mouthed--I remember who we are.