For a brief moment, I am a water lily,
Or perhaps one of those tall narrow reeds
That sway in the cool summer breeze.

I sit in the shallow water.
A dragon fly lands on my back;
Iridescent blue or fiery red.

At my feet, the fish gather
To cautiously check out
This strange new object in their pond.

I am very still
As they timidly approach
And nibble at my toes.