From Here She Begins

Tell her something
    has to be good enough,
some sound she calls
    the first yell,
let her know how many of us
have gathered ourselves
like this, our questions
    opening
doors to rooms
    we have no idea
how to enter, tell her
today the spring mountain
    rushed with meltwater
and I still remember
the plunging cold
    against my hand

Janis A. Totty