Tell me,
Does the sight of forty snowy egrets
Standing in line in the dawn
Bode some great stroke of fortune?
Perhaps in an old Japanes belief
Like folding a thousand cranes for a wedding.
Then again
Maybe seeing forty white white egret
Winging away by twos and threes with long slow beats
Into a red red sunrise
With a high three-quarter moon overhead
Mixed and mirrored in rippling water
All of a cool April morning,
Maybe
Is as much good fortune
As one day has any right to expect.
Full disclosure: Actually, I counted only 37 in line, though I did see a few more
elsewhere, and a few of them were blue herons. But still.
Posted by dichroic at April 9, 2004 08:20 AM