To all, to all…

to whomever I do not know, to whomever never

heard my name, to those we dwell

all along our vast shores,

at the foot of snow-packed mountains. 

To fisherman and farmhands,

to Indians thriving on their territorial lands,

of lakes sparkling blue glass,

to the craftsman who at this very hour questions,

fashioning wood with ancient, weathered hands.

To you, 

to the one who unknowingly has awaited me,

I belong and acknowledge and sing.