Solstice Frog / by Ruth Temianka

My world,
Your world.
Spins with the seasons from ocean to lake,
Fringed with desert flats and forest.
My world trembles when it rains, and
Quakes when the rains grow silent.
New mountains rise up in yours
To suck out the sky. The rains run away.

I spy a fly with my little green eye(s) while you
Stare up above like some omnipotent owl;
The earth and the sky are yours!

My domain, ever-shifting, shows nothing but your skin
And stars.
Yet,
Equally cloaked in clouds of dust
I contemplate. And wait.

Two worlds draw together but
As my world inclines upwards
And yours downwards
With a kick,
And a flash -
A glistening green streak!
I’m gone.