Marsh Meditation | MERIWETHER JOYNER

Marsh Meditation

MERIWETHER JOYNER | VERMONT The scene stands still nary a breath of wind to disturb the gentle marsh.

An absent moon has paused a moment between push and pull of the evening’s flood tide.

A soft blue sky fades, reflected back in the expanse of silver river below.

And the worn dock among the reeds is framed by a silhouette of oaks.

Everything stands still—

Except you, white heron a cutout from the painting a gap from stroke of brush.

My eye tracks as you��fly to each new perch eyes scavenging the mud for movement, racing the light for one

last minute last second last catch last success.

White heron, so defiant a contrast to your surroundings, so unyielding in your movement among the solitude.

White heron, is there anyone who knows the lightning loneliness as we do?