Find me where the crowd is less,
the sky is blue
and the wind is free.Find me in the midst of the forgotten,
the abandoned,
to the one who seeks my presence.Find me in the company of the unseen.
Info & reflection: the anaphoric rhythm ("Find me where... Find me in... Find me in...") turns a physical landscape (a mountain river in Montana) into a lay prayer. The movement is towards the margins: the thinner crowd, the forgotten, the abandoned, the unseen, as if real presence were always found at the edges, not in the centre.