I am Father Darwin's little omega lost or won on the restless waves.
I am amphicoelous Urodele vertebrae among the Oncorhynchus by the Great Lake.
I am Callianassa leaving a layer of blue garments along Toquart Bay.
I am food for ants on the peat-piled Chilcotin Clear Lake foreshore.
I am the Hedophyllum that pulled loose the Pododesmus in the storm.
I am Uncle Isaac's body in motion in a right line on a great circle of foam.
I am a foreign lightbulb flung among the boulders.
I am Janthina as purple as the dusk.
I am the crystal sphere on every Masset mantlepiece.
I am a Japanese convienience food journeying clockwise to the clearcut shore.
I am Uncle Henry David's newspaper and telegraph, faxing myself to every sandy pond.
I am the Nimpkish Basin summarized with periwinkles among the Eelgrass.
I am Orconectes rusticus eating up a metre a day in the Lake of the Woods.
I am a million crabs on ice between Tlell and Skidegate.
I am a coinage of Alosa silvering a Chattauqua gravel bar.
I am Father Leopold's Almanac that predicts the weather of the World.
I am Pandora's shell beach black with Bunker C.
I am a Lepas-crowded squid net rotting at River Jordan.
I am a ballast of Zebras in Lake St Clair.
I am nothing at all beside a sky-blue acid lake.
I am the big sigma, I am the integrated curve, I am the interaction term.
Everything that floats is regressed on me.
F. W. Schueler, Bishops Mills, Ontario, 18 February 1990