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)