Fall in Space

I am the slinking panther falling down rock into prey, mouth baring
I am the gypsy moth drawn to light in darkness
I am the surface of pond skimming under skippers
Rushing, opening, still

I was the avalanche
I am the campfire
I will be constellations

I see with yellow eyes that cloud over brick
I wash through land in algae water--
Over rocks, make them crisp smooth brilliant

A traveler
A wanderer
A warrior
A monk
A planet

My growl heard over a hundred countrysides 
My ears open to sunset showers
My hands lifting daddy long legs to safe grass

Hear the sandpipers
Catch a salmon
Find ocean bottom

That place less explored than solar system

What am I missing?
Where am I?
Where am I now?
What am I?
Where am I now?
Who?

This chameleon shape shifter
Who do you see in this mirror
Who do you want to see in this empty boat
Yourself?
A friend?
A victim?
Teacher?
Student?

I am the space between (                        )

Photo by Himesh Kumar Behera on Unsplash.