Lyrics

I don't remember a box
I don't remember a bow
I do remember a gunnel
Ribs
Thump of paddle
I do remember women's voices
And being carried across the water
Shoreline
White pine
Ravens
Wilderness

I don't remember where I was
When I first was lifted up
I don't remember where I was
When I first held the cup
I only know that you wеre there
I lookеd into your eyes
And there I saw a world so—

I don't remember a bow
I do remember a box
The box much smaller than you
When you were born
Your father stumbling once
Carrying your box across the lawn
I do remember the minister’s shoes
And a lawn-mower nearby
A drop of dew
Geraniums
And the crumpled Kleenex
In my mother's hand beside