As if my filters dissolve instantly, a great
blue heron appears on the estuarine
shore chased by killdeer who stage
a drama, feigned trauma to engage
audience participation. Huge blue-
gray wings flap stork-leg past the trap
location, ignoring the act of injured
screaming bird, who leaps to attack
a new scene, and I’m laughing
quietly, light bursting and gleaming
through my hair and skin beaming
I tune in, twinkle in warm
wrinkles, my intention set
to investigate my hard-headed ways
walk in the question of the questions
I don’t yet see, the ones which carry me.
The field resounds, bird sounds
and fiddleheads invited by the breeze
dancing fluidly. As presence gifts
this calm elation, illumination
of the shadows of society
opens my hands
grounded in the power that commands
my being here now.
All my chips are on the table
I’m so heavily invested, enabling
angry and sad and afraid
unable to digest the mess I’ve made.
Each fragmentation a delicate morsel
–home delivery at my doorsill
leading me to claim
what I abhor and dare not name.
There is no separation.
What appears is simply my education.
The patient fishing bird suddenly swoops
rewarded with its wriggling food.