Today, I am everything
I am tortoise,
slow limbs peeling safely inwards
I am pigeon, gutter-torn
I am potato, drawing strength from earth
I am ass, braying at wind
I am tree branch, unsure of blossom’s timing
I am river, frozen from the night chill
I am mountain, stuck in fundamental,
rooted, heavy.
Today, I am nothing much, but that’s everything,
in nothing, I am the source
a sylph touch of a feather frond
a pulse in the finger of a tree
a tortoise sigh, a potato eye
a dumb-ass gesture on the wind
a ripple in a rain puddle in lovers’ lane,
a valley void so deep, that even love can hide.