BLUE HERON MOON
(“Blue Heron Moon sample”)
Alright,
long have I known your cry
in the dusky half-light
between sleep and dawn,
winging low;
you, yes you,
spawn of the pterodactyl
with the throaty voice and piercing beak.
Awkward flyer.
Stilt walker.
Frog-eater.
Fish stalker.
Solitary contemplator of horizons.
I saw you whirling snakes
over your head like a baton tosser.
I saw you spearing the bellies
of fish too fat to eat.
I saw you taking the grace of the sun
on a bleached morning,
wings shaking in the ecstatic glow.
I saw you step swiftly …