This past week, I went for a short hike to a local park and was treated to the sight of our resident heron. This persistent and resilient hunter is a frequent guest at the base of the falls. It’s patience and skill never fails to impress me. I mean, that water is freezing! Not to mention the current and slippery rocks, but that sucker will defy it all and win its dinner.
To show my respect, I’ve crafted a short poem about what I’ve learn from this winged wonder.
Standfast against life’s undertows
its frigid currents froth with rabid circumstance
eroding some foundations
burying dreams with oozing muck
Cement your grip against the blows
ignore the quips and bites of those afraid to dance
steel away past frustrations
do not count on simple luck
Dig in and eye the prize below
penetrate the roiling surface and take a chance
the waves hide liberation
Heron you render me awestruck