I wanted to capture that quiet moment
after the heron splashed up from the pond,
when a pair of wings opened wide in me
and white space erased every thought I had.
I could hear bullfrogs beginning to thrum
their mud-songs, could feel the blue blades
of fescue lying down for the coming storm,
but the chirping of the phone in my pocket
broke the calm, and before the heron could
turn to a gray speck among stacked clouds,
I was thinking again, wondering who it was,
then taking out the phone, tapping its screen
aglow with the image of a yellow envelope
waiting to be opened, my moment of stillness
floating off with tufts of thistledown
caught on the wind of the world's wild mind.
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