Trawling back through stuff I wrote last year I found this little snatch. I think it came out of a movement workshop.

Ancestor

I walk you

I spring along your paths.

Human, I dance the wolf.

Wolf, I run with human.

We spring along paths.

The mountain stands beneath our feet.

We are rock and wind

And keen scent

And the darting swallow.

At home, a cradle

A cub learning to walk

Lying on the Earth.