Painting by Eva McNicoll
Spirit of Place: Great Blue Heron
Out of their loneliness for each other
two reeds, or maybe two shadows,
lurch forward and become suddenly
a life, lifted from dawn or the rain.
It is the wilderness come back again,
a lagoon with our city reflected
in its eye. We live by faith
in such presences.
It is a test for us, that thin
but real undulating figure that
promises,"If you keep faith
I will exist."
At the edge, where your vision joins
the sunlight and the rain:
heads in the light,
feet that go down in the mud
where the truth is.
William Stafford
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