A poem by Steilacoom resident Rob Hofstad.
Graceful Guardian of the Marsh.
Tiptoeing amid reed and rush.
One foot lifted, frozen in time
Poised for a next step,
Barely rippling the water’s edge.
Head adorned with crested feathers,
Like antennae awaiting a first sound.
Watching for unwelcome guests,
If only, we say…
If only we had your eyes,
Your discerning vision,
To see the difference.
Not between “like” and “unlike,”
Familiar and Unfamiliar,
Known and unknown.
But between “wise” and “unwise,”
Neighbor and Nemesis
Friend and Foe.
Then we TOO could tiptoe,
Thank you . . . I enjoyed being a Heron, if only for a moment or two.
Mary L says
Thank you for the gift of these words, bridging the divide.