Heron

 I love to see you swoop

I hate to hear you squawk

I love to see you fly

I hate to watch you walk

Today I told her that life is just the same battle over and over again until you die

And to find comfort in that because perhaps each time is a little better

And there is a synchronicity of the world reminding me it happens in cycles

And because I am being reminded now I am being reminded always

Cyclical, cyclical 

round and round

Remember the highs

When your feet drag the ground

Yesterday she told me each of Scheherazade's one thousand and one stories and

After every single one, we hoped the king might spare her life

And each story sounded the same

If only she could crack my heart like a nut and get to the fruit of the stories inside

Imagine a duck who is god

Feet move so fast they do blur 

His flippers do flail under water

Above not a feather does stir 

Tomorrow I will ask you who you want to be when you grew up 

And how you dream of futures in relation to community

And how you dream of loving the land and letting the land love you back

And maybe we will dare to imagine a new story.