Vacation Home

“We can travel…without any means when it’s as easy as closing your eyes.~ Rodney Crowell

A harsh warning skeow and
I’m scanning the shore. Killdeer

rise abruptly revealing
the site of their hidden nest

as these green herons give chase
across the skies fierce low swoops

to claim fishing rights. I sit
alert, inquisitive: when

do I act this way? Certain
the lessons here reflect what

I’m denying: oh, I breathe
entitlement. And now a

trailer backs up to slide a
boat into the water. This

man will spray a concoction
to kill algae. He swears the

birds and fish and turtles and
snakes and crayfish and frogs and

dragonflies will not be harmed.
He’s coughing as he pours his

poisons and I feel a knot
of apprehension. Every

step we take ripples out un-
seen multifarious ways.

When we are triggered, we fight,
fix or choose flight. Green herons

scramble away, abandoned
fight. As the liquid gushes

out, I send up a prayer:
harmony, an it harm none.

Inspired by: Scramble, Knot, Vacation and Multifarious.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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