I could be...

                                         I could be a dragonfly
                                      Floating in the crystal air
                           Drying the last drops of the morning dew
                              Off my wings in the groggy sunshine

                                           I could be a leaf
                                    Free falling on to the river
                           Making small talk with the reeds before
             Mingling with the ocean waves and breaking on your shores

                                       I could be a poet that
                                      Writes in the darkness
                                        With eyes shut tight
                                  On the inside of his eyelids

                                                    Or,

                                     I could be the breath that
                                    You catch between words
                               The “comma” in your sentences
                                  An unnoticed “alpa viraam”...

                                                For you,
                                               I could be
                                               Anything.