Still, A Bird
The
bird,
its neck
tucked into
a slim shoulder, bent
as if it would disguise itself
lest we recognize with mild surprise the slender form
in bluish grey that flies along this coastal shore. What pleasure a heron's life might hold
if we ignore that stoic face, that pointed beak. Search
for its hard-won reputation
as that patient bird
in still life
waiting
for
us.
