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