“Is it cold in the water?” Down thereriverbed girl kneels,palms reaching, knees bent,into oxidized sand. They say she’s hiding there,but you stillsee her —seismic,beckon worlds:Come build twin mountains.My chest is bared. In prayer her body repeatsitself. Girl echoes —Plunge your hands into cool clay,feel her churnthe energetic earth,and arise then fullof element. So gently she tilts back,arcs her heart…