dear mississippi john hurt,
our souls actually lift out of our skin because you feed them so much. then we can hear the plants talking to each other and our bodies become like the roots dipping into the river. a sparrow comes to listen to you too, a little god shivering in the rain. “I shall not be moved, just like a tree planted by the water.” smell of sweetgrass and seeds erupting. and mourning doves, cardinals, yellow feather, crow voice all come to sing with you. we think this is the greatest version of this song we’ve ever heard, and we know how you like us to sing it with you. when we feel so cold and weak and on our own, you make us feel proud to be ourselves, all big heart circulating sweet sap, firmly planted in goodness and love for our fellow bird. thank you.