Losing ‘Great White Egret’
My memory’s erratic and tonight
I can’t locate your name – four syllables
just out of sight, hiding amongst the reeds
Bird out of place, you were a wonder.
I watched you from my kitchen window –
stilted ballerina, bright incongruity,
following our horses through the winter mud,
stepping in their hoof prints, day after day
through the fearsome months, delicate,
as if escaped from a dream: a puzzlement.
I looked for the message you had brought –
balance calmness contentment patience
no responsibility to take on the energy
of others …
