This is one he took.
BC, the seed that met water spoke a little name.
Great sunflowers were lauding the air that day.
This was before Jesus, before Rome.
That other air was readying our hundreds of years
to say things that rain has beat down on over broken stones
and heaped behind us in many slag lands.
Quiet in the Earth a drop of water
came, and the little seed spoke.
Sequoia, is my name.