I am not
The small embedded stone
On the bend
Of the dirt-track lane
I am not
The loose canon of a pebble
Implanted on the wall
Of the waterfront
I am not
The droplet of salt-water
Immersed in the waves
Of the ebb and flow
I am not
The breath of fresh air
Entrained within the zephyr
Of the four winds
I am the mind
Also I am the body
Happy in its own skin
Pleased to share these words with you
