Great Blue Heron

You are how they invented the world slender

Stretched gold across your brow and dipped you into the river

You are droplets on wet knees.

The slits within the shutters

The sine wave in the shimmer

I found you by an airport.

Somewhere along the New Jersey Transit

When the train left the ground to blur

And I could only see the tops of heads

Bald and bouncing

Behind a window a boy had painted with sticky fingers

And somewhere in the thick

Between blurred branches and paramours and petrol plants

You stood on one foot

Balanced like a rock against

a wave of watercolors

Grounded on such little ground.

(photo taken from the audubon soceity's webpage)