I am the reeds in the river,
the blades of running depth.
Grass tips like swords
stretching beyond sight
into the air of clean blue
without end, before reflection
with roots unseen.
I am the reeds who sway
as breezes blow through lengths.
Water swirls, leaps,
spirals cooling in ebbs and lifts.
I am the repeated patterns
of different water,
lifting and lowering.
Steady, yet moving,
resilient despite
movement around me.
Calm.