







heron alights at water’s edge,
becoming a statue.

thin strip of land
thickens the horizon,
tears to sailors’ eyes.








Let the flood sweep
one away — out
of the shallows,
into the deeps.
Don’t ever cry;
Don’t ever weep;
Just feel the speed
Carry one on.

Rainy December day
blows in - not long to stay.
From season to season,
without any reason,
sometimes we feel the fray.

