Beyond Knowing

I’m pulling out of a station
I used to label, smug and stuck.

An array of potions, amping up
liquids while my nose, red and

raw, seeps with deep healing.
Eyes on the great blue heron,

unseen for weeks. He’s poised
on my periphery, just on the edge

of sight, so I lean slowly.
Camouflaged at the threshold

of brown grasses, dirty white
riprap and trees still greening

the water. He creeps out of sight.
I must adjust my chair to

track, sneezing behind windows.
A spider in her web, waiting,

or a specter stumbling across
realities, a danger in every

sense. Morning sun kissing lake:
how green the blue. He turns

to step directly into his
shadow, the way of all healing,

graceful in his necessary poise.
I’m watching like these waters,

shimmering and simmering from
currents far below the still air.

Inspired by Stumble, Spider, Specter and How Green Is Blue.

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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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