The water-pumping and chlorinating station have been silent for months. I pass their bright
lights then enter the darkness again. In the concrete covert of the “Fish Passage Diversion”
there is not a single fin.

By the river's mirage, a Chumash weather shaman's outfit "consisted in part of white quartz
crystals used for making thunder showers in summer and black rocks for winter rain; these
[items he] kept in [a] striped fawnskin sack [stored] in [a] dry place." He also carried "steatite
pipes with bird-bone mouthpieces, small steatite bowls, [and a] dew-claw rattle."

4 old men and [a] weather shaman sang for 3 nights; during the day [the] singers abstained
from meat, eating only acorn mush and seeds. At [the] end of 3 days [the] rain doctor took
[his] outfit outside and delivered [an] esoteric speech alone. Then he brought rocks in [to
the dwelling] and it rained.

a necessary kit no longer collected
        esoteric words   forgotten
              along with the rain.