Jun 10, 2019 Original Poetry
A Single Heron
©June 10th, 2019
By Vijaya Sundaram
A single heron, with singular purpose
Cuts through blue, cloud-darkened sky.
The sky falls in pieces around me.
I stand, gazing up, my dog panting beside me
In the coming cool of evening,
The grass beneath our feet fragrant with clover.
I find nothingness soothing these days.
Fortunate I am, for I have time for this;
Not a thought flies through my head,
Not even sorrow for living things
Or the thought of those who’ve died –
Admitting pain would make it real.
Even as I think this, it slices
Through my mind,
And things fall in pieces
And fall into place,
Around me.
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