What the water wants is hurricanes, 
and sailboats to ride on its back. 
What the water wants is sun kiss, 
and land to run into and back. 
I have a fish stone burning my elbow, 
reminding me to know that I`m glad 
and I have a bottle filled with my old teeth. 
They fell out like a tear in the bag. 
And I have a sister somewhere in Detroit 
She has black hair and small hands. 
And I have a kettledrum 
I`ll hit the earth with you. 
And I will crochet you a hat. 
And I have a red kite; 
I`ll put you right in it. 
I`ll show you the sky