Wodwo

What am I?

Nosing here, turning leaves

Following a faint stain on the air to the river's edgeI enter water.

Who am I to

The glassy grain of water looking upward I see the

Of the river above me upside down very

What am I doing here in mid-air?

Why do I findthis frog so interesting as I inspect its most secretinterior and make it my own?

Do these weedsknow me and name me to each other have theyseen me before do I fit in their world?

I seemseparate from the ground and not rooted but droppedout of nothing casually I've no threadsfastening me to anything I can go anywhereI seem to have been given the freedomof this place what am I then?

And pickingbits of bark off this rotten stump gives meno pleasure and it's no use so why do I do itme and doing that have coincided very

But what shall I be called am I the firsthave I an owner what shape am I whatshape am I am I huge if I goto the end on this way past these trees and past these treestill I get tired that's touching one wall of mefor the moment if I sit still how everythingstops to watch me I suppose I am the exact centrebut there's all this what is it rootsroots roots roots and here's the wateragain very queer but I'll go on looking