'The Vision of a Giant who Migrated from Baja to Tiburon Island'

Slender whirlwinds coming from the sky
	touch the land.
Sounds of arrows striking the ground
	roaring
	raising dust clouds.
He shouts, warning of the days of danger.
I stand on the peak of Red Mountain.
He comes toward me
	shouting.
My heart is a stone.
I shout, I declare it.

       -- Anon