Dear Heron, I Promise

HERON SONNET Betty spoke of god’s face seen through puddles A mirror on the way from bad to good In puddles of my overgrown troubles There is little ebb and flow, air and food Yet each morning and evening without fail Fishing for frogs or what few fish proceed To urge their seed, Great, grey Heron, female Greets me quietly now that we both re-seed In this habitat, watery bowel … womb We find sunrise beside this dying pool God in a stand of agave in bloom Hope in this adult education school This promise: So long hearts beat and blood flows Heron and I will sing of tomorrows