I love the sticky trunks and branches of pine trees,
And I love the broken line of snowy mountain tops
Against a steel blue sky.
Even the rattlesnakes are beautiful.
Turkey vultures glide on the slice of air currents
And down below the chickarees scatter and chirp.
And this is true; I want to lay my body down
By the banks of the snow-melt end of the Yuba River
And sleep there for ten thousand years.
I want the world to wait for me;
I have always wanted the world to wait for me.