Some rocks are sacred.
The twins that allow water to reveal its spirit. The two halves of the heart.
And what a spirit!
Spirit on spirit on spirit. This red blood.
The rock that is a heart and … oh, what ‘s this crawling out from the water to it?
It’s not hard to find your way on Shuswap Lake. It’s not hard to read the land.
By reading it, I read my self.
In the country I used to live in, this was called belief. I live here now.