at night we crossed the border following a Black robe
to the edge of the reservationâto Cataldo Mission
where the saints and all the martyrs look down on dying converts
what makes the water holy she says is that that itâs the closest thing to rain
I stole a mule from AnthonyâI helped Anne up upon it
and we rode to Coeur dâAleneâthrough Harrison and Wallace
they were blasting out the tunnelsâmaking way for the light of learning
when Jesus comes aâcalling she said heâs coming round the mountain on a train
itâs my homeâlast night I dreamt that I grew wings
I found a place where they could hear me when I sing
we floated on to Hanford on a lumber boat up river
past the fisheries and the milltowns like a stretch of future graveyards
she was driven to distractionâsaid I wonder what will happen
when they find out theyâre mistaken and the land is too changed to ever change
we waded through the marketplaceâsomeoneâs ship had come in
there was silver and begoniasâdynamite and cattle
there were hearts as big as apples and apples in the shape of Maryâs heart
I said inside this gilded cage a songbird always looks so plain
itâs my homeâlast night I dreamt that I grew wings
I found a place where they could hear me when I sing.
and so they came with camerasâbreaking through the morning mist
press and businessmenâtycoonsâEpiscopal philanthropists
lost in their appraisal of the body of a woman
but all we saw were lowlandsâclouds clung to mountains without strings
and at last we saw some people huddled up against
the rain that was descending like railroad spikes and hammers
they were headed for the borderâwalking and then running
then they were gone into the fog but Anne said underneath their jackets she saw wings
