These are the male and female rannabuds.
These plants move and rock themselves across inhospitable terrain,
stopping only when they have found rich soil. Then they take root
and die, allowing their seed to rush away in the streams.
If I die here will I return here in my dreams?
Will every part of me disperse into the landscape
that is equally strange and heartbreakingly familiar?
Why do I know this place, memorize the names of these creatures?
I want to stay here.