Frankford, WV,

This weekend I found myself lucky enough to be visiting dear friends Amy and Mike at their lovely home in West Virginia. The festivities included a concert at our friend's school house juke joint, building and enjoying a sweat lodge and eating a fantastic early Thanksgiving potluck.

I put the 13th section of the poem in this sweet little red wagon-come-wheelbarrow, which we used to haul to wood from the yard to the sweat lodge. It was nowhere to be seen by the time I started chopping.

"From all that has been near you, I believe you have imparted to yourselves, and now would impart the same secretly to me;
From the living and the dead I think you have peopled your impassive surfaces, and the spirits thereof would be evident and amicable with me."