Nature

this and that 
primordial lizard bathes amongst some 
and then some even in the ancient sun 
the folds of darkness 
unveil crisp night, flicker firefly 
- scents of foliage pine and fern 
down by the creek where the old watermill still turns 
light cascades through its canopy 
in all of its dim and dark hues 
from the morning mist that lies upon its face 
to the dragonfly that blurs in a buzz over its surface 
this and that 
primordial state 
i've laid down to watch you in the wind of your blades of grass 
and leaves of trees aplenty 
behind closed eyes and in transparency 
flat stones i did gather for bouncing in between spaces 
though when i looked down to find below inside of the water 
i found nestled within its own house made out of air 
- so that it may go about its business 
the water spider 
fair 
at rest 
and being in no distress.