I sit perched atop yellow stone,
split-rock chasm drinking falling waters,
and I ask, “what am I?”
Am I bird, swimming high above the clouds?
This I have been, and more.
Am I bear, feasting deeply only to sleep more deeply still?
This I have been, and more.
Am I whale, gliding blue depths to sing into the heart of the world?
This I have been, and more.
Am I simply a man, groaning ‘neath burdens beasts bear not?
This I am, but I am more.
I am fire and wind,
lightning and rain.
I am image,
a word spoken by Word,
marking my voyage, moment by moment,
longing for home.
Samuel Weddington 