The Patience of a Heron
He sat on the dock on a rainy day,
this heron; little and green. He was
patiently fishing the cold, dark waters.
For now, his meal was a minnow.
This heron, little and green he was
in my mind, reminded me of someone else.
For now, her meal was small as a minnow.
I saw her in Nanaimo wandering the streets.
In my mind, reminding of someone else
I was startled to see how industrious she was.
I saw her in Nanaimo wandering the streets,
her shopping cart full of tattered belongings.
I was startled to see how industrious she was
searching the wet streets for her next meal,
shopping cart full of tattered belongings.
She seemed to have the patience of a heron.
For now, his meal was small as a minnow,
patiently fishing the cold, dark waters.
This heron, little and green he was...
he sat on the dock on a rainy day.
Copyright © Moon Harp | Year Posted 2024
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