When I was just a puddle of water with a face,
She took me in her body like a balloon
protecting me from ocean and from sun
And also from the knowledge that I had enemies,
When they punctured her I spurted out onto green grass.
Above me was sky and air full of pollen,
Dragonflies and damselflies made turns
and water-striders glid on scum.
“Come to me.” said the pond, and I slid into her,
green with the darting euglena, thick with rotifer.
When fire came I rose up high, high, high
clinging to the feathers of a fleeing goose.