A leaf, plastered to the pavement, i
am,
carried to the grating by torrents of
rain,
hanging limp over one rusty bar,
barely escaping the sewer.
A squirrel in a froth spitting river, i
am,
washed through chutes and over
Niagaras,
ejected from the flow into a mini eddy,
clamoring to the top of a rock.
A boy fallen in the road, i am,
struggling to arise at the approach of
the truck,
pushed to the side in the nick of time,
another taking my place.
A leaf, a squirrel, a boy, i am.
A bar, a rock, another—I AM.
