Just Karma 81
In the still moist mist of a late
Spring afternoon – being in the right
Place at the picture window…
A shadow at the tops of
The trees caught my eye;
Was it the Redtail Hawk?
It was the graceful flight
Of the Great Blue Heron.
Instilled in the memories of
Previous springs, I see the once
Pair strutting across the creek…
One of them had was taken
To a sanctuary after being
Caught in some kind of trap;
To live in comforted care,
Though without a mate.
The heron is a – sign of liminality –
Of crossing into the a space that is neither
here, nor there. Is that where I am?