I am the reeds in the river,

the blades of running depth.

Grass tips like swords

stretching beyond sight

into the air of clean blue

without end, before reflection

with roots unseen.


I am the reeds who sway

as breezes blow through lengths.

Water swirls, leaps, 

spirals cooling in ebbs and lifts.

I am the repeated patterns 

of different water,

lifting and lowering.


Steady, yet moving, 

resilient despite

movement around me.