As A Cloud Seated To Envelope A Mountain Poem by Mark Heathcote

When you gaze at your reflection in a pool of water
That I, you thought was you have continually moved
For you are as a cloud seated to envelop a mountain
With just a changing of thought, you are as if a rainbow
On a path of the enlightenment, your true river is an arc
A waterfall reaching inward minerals in a universe of I's
You are an earth mother, a widow, a sister a daughter
You are also another's wife another's newborn-child
You are a thousand unsung, unheard I's, awaiting one
Final-burst of flourishing stillness in the radiance of I?