What Am I

Who Art Thou? Thou carriest me to distant clime, to Egypt in my mind. I’m Cleopatra, naked. In thy folds, I solace find. Thou art gentle, like sweet Antony. With body splayed, I lie Upon thee in a valley, and above us is blue sky. Those times, I come to visit thee with arms outstretched, for peace. Other times, with steady strokes, I find in thee release. Thou holdest me though I cut thee; thou art soothing like a balm. I love thee when thou art able to flow, clear and calm. At times, thou canst rage. On those days, I've no need of thee, But other times I move within thee, working mightily. And when my body’s spent, I leave thee for a while Until I see thee next, and thou wilt be for me, my Nile. This is a Thing! A riddle poem for you, Rob