On the edges of memory
the blue heron feeds
on fragments of time,
breaking away the dark borders
between spirit and the infinite,
the shimmer on the inverse of waters.
Dunes white with illumination
lifting from the lagoon
a glimmering reflection, a transposition.
We’ll find them on the periphery,
blue herons
statuary in moonlit reverence
the gift of our fathers,
each day looking for them
until our eyes meet
as they do now
through every serendipitous appearance
giving form to the connection,
the shape shifting significance
on the edges of memory
the blue heron
brings a message of continuity.
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