"Sleeping at noon
The body of the blue heron
Poised in nobility"
-Kitamura Kigin
He stands in the shallows along the creek's edge, frozen in place. I can’t tell if he’s dreaming or watching for fish.
Impervious to the heat, his legs cool beneath the surface of the water. He’s ethereal, even though his kind are common in the South, seen year-round even.
Do his thoughts wander past food, mating, predators? No one can know.
I observe his beauty from a distance, reminding me of high school and the boy too perfect to approach.
If I’m too close, he’ll fly beyond my view, escaping to some hidden place, my eyes unfit to follow.
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Emily Wallace
Mother, writer, musician and textile artisan from Alabama
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