Cloven and Light.

You are everything.
With each dive and turn
scales grow, webs are made
to eat insects and
moss grows slow on wet rocks.

You leap light padded feet
down the steep incline,
becoming the stone
inconsistent beneath you,
but always there. Always.

See the cloven feet
the hooves stubborn,
head following suit. I
am no different than you,
O living heart I chase.