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.