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
