Who You Are

You are a finch upon a bough,
endowed with treacle-sounding song.

You are an ant upon a leaf,
humbly bearing your bounteous loot.

You are frog in a dank pond,
ready to transmogrify.

You are all these and more,
none of these and less,

nothing, everything,
everyone, no-one.

That’s who you are.

You are you,
nothing breathes beyond.