| I am one and I am a multitude I am the writer, the actor, the director, and the ticket I am a dragonfly wing and a thick stand of willows I am the universe and the leaf; a dendrite and a stick; the tide and the breeze Once I was a lilting song in a frilly dress Once I was a question mark on a worn yellow page Once I was a darting fawn escaping a sudden glare Once I was a funnel of swirling stones and shards of glass I became a path of rocks across the river froth I became the scent of cedar and dapples of light I became a burst of magma arisen to the crust I became the harbinger, the harbour, the beam, the door One day I will be the reflection on an aqua mountain lake One day I will be the lingering warmth of rich red wine One day I will be the night sky in winter and the worm in spring One day I will be the book of moments and the song of years For now I am the rake and the watering can; the torch and the map For now I am the wall and the window; the green light and the red For now I am the creator and the rejecter; the truth and the lie For now I am the hard drive and the screen; the words between the lines I am all that is; the end and the beginning, and will be again. Nov. 18/05 |