Even when I was a boy I could never walk in a woods without feeling
that at any moment I might find before me somebody or something
I had long looked for without knowing what I looked for.

At the mouth of the canyon an old woman bent under a large backpack hurried past me.
Later I was told that she was Dorothy Wordsworth, of whom Sam Coleridge said, "If you
expected to see a pretty woman you would think her ordinary; if you expected to see an
ordinary woman you'd think her pretty!" She also wrote remarkable lines, such as, "The
moon shone like herrings in the water," in midst of a drought!

Rocks with "fine white lines, fine as the wrinkles in an old lady's face,"
breathe heavy and slow; one breath

for every
moon left
            unseen.