Sauna
Father chucked wood at the barn
carried over the logs on his arms.
My brother fetched the water,
bucket by bucket from the cool depth.
Grandfather masoned the chimney's stones,
and mother piled the black ones on the oven.
I've lit the fire myself, stripping off the day's worries.
Here i am whole. Here i am home.
Once again rooted in the world.
My skin burning like wood, waters flowing,
my soul is a stone, and my spririt is fire.
Kristian Rother (2005)