I’m why this post exists tonight. Keep me up or watch me die. A mean one’s looking for a fight, A bright one tears across the sky.

I rest where rivers end their run, yet I do not race beneath the sun. Too wide for pond, too calm for sea, and land surrounds the whole of me.

Black on white or white on black, this animal is no chicken when it comes to life on the savanna.

Deep and blue, I swell and break, Millions drown within my wake. My bed has never needed sleep, I salt the lips of those who weep. Rearranged, you can unpack The very thing that rides my back.

A dancer on the wind, slender as a pencil, breaks underfoot yet whispers secrets of the forest.