I am walking to the shore.  
What song do I sing?
Do I praise?
Do I curse?
I praise the dusty buggy stink.
I praise what I know, and what I do not know.
I am walking
“Look!” my father said when I was six.  
I praise the Avocet (bill up) and the Long-billed Curlew (bill down).
I praise the disappointment of my ancestors when they saw the shore.
I praise those who knew the desert long before.
I am walking
Not cursing
Walking

Erika Munson is a teacher, a writer, a listener, a grandmother, and a person of faith. She tries to bring water to places that need it.