Conversation by a Pond

In a pond a heron stands

immobile stance surveying deep
as if our thoughts he understands
his listens pensive feigning sleep

 

As we exchange our histories
a brown of ducks sails in unfurled
they dip and bob, expose blue tails

meal tickets to pond’s underworld

 

And we, you native, I on visit

unravel each other on the shore
exchanging views like wise old wizards
as water clears exposing more

 

We feed the ducks with morsels, snips
of conversations much like ships
who pass each other in the mist
and greet and hoot that they exist

 

Soon we shall sail on to our tomorrows
you to yours and I to mine
yet like the ducks, the ships, the swallows
we share this moment intertwined

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© Johnmichael Simon

2006

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