What is it?
By Mary Oliver
Who can say,
is it a snowy egret
or a white flower
standing
at the glossy edge
of the lily-
and frog-filled pond?
Hours ago the orange sun
opened the cups of the lilies
and the leopard frogs
began kicking
their long muscles,
breast-stroking
like little green dwarves
under the roof of the rich,
iron-colored water.
Now the soft
eggs of the salamander
in their wrappings of jelly
begin to shiver.
They’re tired of sleep.
They have a new idea.
They want to swim away
into the world.