The trees acknowledge me
Nodding their heads
In the breeze
Contrasted pillars
Of black and white
Glowing golden
Packed full of
Black birds
Suddenly silent
Then bursting away
In a tightly packed
School of flight
Growing calls
Of the animals
Preparing for the night
Herons tall
And purple
Pecking their evening meal
As little perfection
Can be found in this world
This moment, one–
Lifts my spirit and
Makes me bound
Giddy as a child called to home.
