Saturday, February 28, 2009

While Riding Before Rain


A blue heron lives on this lake
I see him often at the point
Where I stop the bike to think
And watch the water break

He has no complications
No need to sort things out
No dreams, anticipations
No sacred faith, no doubts

He has found a fish today
With supper in his gullet
His mission is complete
He can soar now home


Anonymous said...

This has to be one of the very best, or maybe it is the best. Incredible! Makes you wonder what life would be like if we were more like the blue heron. Hmmmmmm

twicedaily4pain said...

Thank you, whoever you are... really, thanks!