It is I

It is I.



Yes,
she is me,
the woman who lives by the sea.
The woman who holds the wind and water in her hands.

She who sees the land change
by the power
of an invisible force.

She who sees the beds of lakes
as the water disperses among the grass.

Pink fish flop around, and yet, fly in their grace of restlessness.


It is I,
who carries the wind in her hands,
Holds its breathe between her breast.


It is I
Who recognizes the blades of grass
and knows the land I am standing on.


It is I,


It is I,
 
It is I,