A hot afternoon.
I slouch on the bench to hear
the croak of egrets
from deep in the grass
beyond the water’s distance.
They take short hops, wings
spread, and settle back
below the horizon. I’m
nothing but witness.
A hot afternoon.
I slouch on the bench to hear
the croak of egrets
from deep in the grass
beyond the water’s distance.
They take short hops, wings
spread, and settle back
below the horizon. I’m
nothing but witness.
TTHe poem takes the reader through moments of hidden being and beings being revealed. The poet is invisible (perhaps in the poem) and yet present. The aphoristic quality of the final line embodies the strangeness of being observed in the egrets.