i am a desert, parched and shimmering,
full of my own life and motion
without a thought for rain.
i am a river waiting for the waterfall,
weaving my way towards the rapids
in my own winding, methodical manner.
i am a star in the night sky,
blue and perfect, placid and inspiring
and waiting to be admired.
i am an unopened bud, a ripple
in a cool, flat pond, a hawk with eyes
like onyx, waiting for you to dart.
in the natural world i am in the company
of my own soul, coalesced and collected,
reflected and refracted by sunlight and
all the possibilities of myself.