Nine as one out of the bay of Neah
Nine out to the Strait of Juan De Fuca
Nine rowing of the tribe of Makah
Nine searching for a cetacean
a sea hunt for these Olympians
they glide through waves slicing
thirty six feet of cedar
canoe for the sea heading
but finding white sails in the Sun
blazing ahead of the wind surging
high prows on twin hulls of fir
crew holding oars upright a man
in front holding forth his hand
No not hand but a wing
outstretched his face the likeness
of Thunderbird, Yimantuwinyai
his face dressed in a bird mask
the ancient mariner of Kixunai
in splendor returned like a king
pointing to a spout of water
in the Strait nine rowed faster
in hot pursuit after the leviathan