I
I am
I am here
In wind, the sun
dampened earth it holds
on to mineral grains of ancient rocks
beneath my feet not all, some the color of bleached
white bones. Finger like branches reach beyond the very tops of trees
to bend and grab passing moons, suns, clouds, clouded suns
reflect on deep water’s face, roiling and radiant they are
like darting dancing diamonds
piercing and vexing
the waves the waves
the waves appear
then disappear.
Appear then
disappear.
Am I not
here?
I am
not I
am
I.