A Great Blue Heron scans a river bed
with deep elegant wingbeats,
then folds her wings for landing.
Her long sinewy toes spread lightly
on marsh grass.
She stands motionless as in a photograph,
focused,
assured,
patient
as time slows before prey swims near.
No clicks.
No likes.
No busy screens
or noise inside her head.
Amidst the urgency of sustenance,
just a simple story of stillness
like the last line in a book
before the cover closes.
First published in Remington Review July 20, 2022