I want to draw how you can be the water
To take the temper and the shape of any face
And flow in rugged throats to quench the smolder
In sips of melting snow, in gulps of heavy rain;
And how you can be air above the water
To stay, invisible and patient, on your hands,
Around the falling stones in hold of hollow,
And try to keep them all from falling with your breath;
How you can be the earth below the water
To take all fallen stones in silence on your lap
And make them sparrows, nightingales and swallows
In sips of nests and burrows, in gulps of caves.
I want to draw your air and earth and water,
But most, I want to draw how you can be the flame
To lighten up and rise, when stones are falling,
And through the air and earth and water, penetrate.