I came upon a Blue Heron today.
It landed in an irrigation ditch
And hid behind a clump of grass.
I slowly moved up on it and it flew away,
But not far. A hundred paces down the ditch.
Incredible, a Blue Heron in the irrigation ditch,
And he’s staring back at me as if to say,
“Hello, old friend.” And I could sware
That I remember him from long ago,
Long before our names were written down,
When the morning colors of creation shone
Upon the hearts of all created things.
“Hello, old friend,” I say.
“So good to know you once again,
So grateful for the visit,
So beautiful the friendship long forgotten,
And how precious the unexpected, chance, reunion.”
