Heronwatching

Beneath a strip of sky so pure

your faithful eye can glean what lies

beyond your world, and in the few

unfurling, drifting swirls of white

decipher secrets hidden there –

you hide amidst the swaying reeds

and watch it closely. Cloaked in grey

it stands so still and long on legs

so thin a levitating rock

is first to strike your swimming brain

before his golden spear is drawn

with purpose from his wispy beard.

Some kind of God, you gasp and sigh,

to stand and watch your world go by.

illustration by Lori Love

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