Sitting on a stone by the frog pond
Long enough and still enough,
As if I belonged in this midst,
Indigene, part of the system, as if
I understood my place in the hierarchy
Of life on earth, which is to say,
Less sure the longer i live, but accepted
By the rest of it, by the golden-irised frog,
By the lily pad drinking in one world,
Breathing in another, by the stone
With the sun in it, by the water itself,
Grateful,
For where else in the universe,
And most astonishing of all,
With you to tell?
