March 15, 2014

Great Blue Heron

 

I am in the whitewater of my life’s river.

There is no bridge crossing this place.

No canal to detour danger.

Pulled by currents I cannot see,

I am

dodging the debris of decisions

made upstream,

maneuvering the hidden boulders–

Indifference.

Misunderstanding.

Grief.

I marvel that any living thing

could call this place home.

Trees have sent roots down

on these shores

only to be stripped

and exposed.

Their roots must reach deeper still.

Doused and drenched,

I look up for a moment.

Birds beckon

to secret still waters

only they know.

I imagine the great blue heron

waits for me there.

 

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4 comments on “March 15, 2014

  1. mvervinck says:

    Love it! I can totally relate to what you have created here. Thanks for sharing.

  2. mrssurridge says:

    Very cool slice. Sounds like you need to hold on tight! My favorite line: I marvel that any living thing could call this place home. I agree.

  3. Susan Maclay says:

    I love the repetitive /d/ sound throughout the poem. The line “I marvel that any living thing could call this place home” has a different sound to it, more /l/. That helps slow the pace, to help me feel like I am looking around and marveling right along with you! The Great Blue Heron is one of my favorite birds, so I love that you end on that image. Great poem!

  4. This is a piece I love. Thank you

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