Day 726, June 28, 2022
I watched a blue heron circle high overhead.
It seemed impossibly high
for something so delicate and graceful.
Its arc took magnificent breast strokes over where I stood
and then I lost it behind some buildings,
and then it reappeared
like a flight from Heathrow coming in for an approach at Logan.
Give me a piece of sky like this,
it seemed to be saying,
and I will give you your wildest dreams,
if your wildest dreams are eternal peace.
There were no clouds in the sky
and looking up was like looking at a child’s bedroom ceiling,
the surface of a glacial lake,
the wall of a diorama at the Science Museum.
the news said,
women turned to drug dealers,
a lack of basic communication.
Each wing beat a breath,
like blowing a soft candle out.