Morning, he perches,
resplendent in heron gray
Like a beacon, he watches,
sets a rhythm for my day.
Is he lonely, I wonder,
eyes silent and still?
Later, he’ll wade his slow,
mindful hunt, while I tarry
waterside, camera aimed.
We’ve grown accustomed
to sharing this quiet space
I, the more curious, but
surely he ponders me too.
Is he lonely, I wonder –
Are you? his presence asks.
(Inspired by the resident Great Blue Heron and the promptings of Ragtag Community – resplendent, and Fandango – formidable.)
One Woman's Quest 