What I Am

I am ground, foundation, soil

I nurture, soak like sponge, grow things.

I am mixture of clay, sand, and stone

Both soft and hard, gritty, sticky, falling apart

I am plant, small and tender, tall and lush

Always growing or being plucked

Replanted, blooming, gone to seed

Never fully grown, always needing sun, soil, water, air, space

I am wind, changing direction, changing speed,

Coming and going as I am call to be

Knowing not from whence I came or to where I go

Yet confident still that I will be

I am water, simple, complex, and fluid at the same time

Flowing and still, cool, refreshing, stagnant

I give life and I take it,

I am wanted, needed, endured

I am sun, bright, blinding, sweltering heat

Fuel to some, withering others,

Loved and hated at various times

Rising and setting all at once.

I am fire, natural and man-made, intentional and not

Illuminating, consuming,

Flickering and burning out

Smoldering embers waiting to reignite

I am element, fragment, singular, plural, whole

I am fact, fiction and mystery.

I am nothing and everything bound together

I am the Universe folded up