This is a day without water.
This is a day without movement, this day.

This is a day without a tide, without a ride, without you.

This is a quiet day. This day.
This is a day with no end. This day
is a day with no ending.

This is a day without water
and this is another day
I wish I were in Joseph, Oregon.

I wish I were in Joseph, Oregon, I sing.

I sing to myself. I sing bad.
I sing to the undercut bank on the Touchet River.
I sing to the bad trout in every bend and riffle.

Poets Against the War chapbook, University of Arizona, 2003