Egret Time
Snowy egrets white,
Bright against rain–
A calming sight–
Dwell outside time,
Catching live food
With nowhere to go.
Lines of cars go.
Drivers’ teeth whitened,
Needing cash for food,
Damning the rain–
Anxious about time
And egrets unseen.
Birds of sharp sight
Step lightly and go
With perfect timing,
And gleaming whiteness,
Unfazed by rain,
To snatch fish for food.
We have mouths to feed
And fear to see
Blinding, pouring rain
When off to work we go,
Our dreams whitewashed,
And deaths untimely.
Egrets’ beauty timeless,
Graceful inlet feeding,
And wings of pure white.
Watery eyes seeing
Rivers flowing, going–
Become clouds and rain.
Driving, my heart reigns,
Longing for egret time,
Wishing bridges gone.
I dream of feeding
My soul amid a sea
Of wings all white.
While droplets rain flashes of white,
My heart feeds on the sight
Of nowhere to go in egret time.
I love this, Lisa, and I’m glad you tried your poetic thoughts here.
Lovely. And just this morning, I noticed the blue heron on a rock, patiently fishing, oblivious to the cars on the bridge just above him…and I envied him. Thanks for this!
Great job, Lisa!
Thank you!
Thank you! I still see the egrets most every day, too – but there was something about that day in the rain that really stirred my muse. 🙂
Thank you!
Love this poem and I love to watch Egrets. Well said, poet…
Made me smile with the beauty and sad with the contrast—