Holy Man

I ran up the river to the lake
I flew down the chimney to fire.
My hair is smoke:
My boots slush with weeds when I remove my feet.

You who have lived all your life with feathers in your eyes,
come sit by my side.
I will talk to you turning left while moving right,
as has become my tale.
I have spent it all, spent it all, liquid in and fluid out
filled my lantern up with nothing.
When I am gone, lay my ashes gently in my wake.