This poem of mine was originally published online at vox poetica in 2012:
Snowy egrets white,
Bright against rain–
A calming sight–
Dwell outside time,
Catching live food
With nowhere to go.
Lines of cars go.
Drivers’ teeth whitened,
Needing cash for food,
Damning the rain–
Anxious about time
And egrets unseen.
Birds of sharp sight
Step lightly and go
With perfect timing,
And gleaming whiteness,
Unfazed by rain,
To snatch fish for food.
We have mouths to feed
And fear to see
Blinding, pouring rain
When off to work we go,
Our dreams whitewashed,
And deaths untimely.
Egrets’ beauty timeless,
Graceful inlet feeding,
And wings of pure white.
Watery eyes seeing
Rivers flowing, going–
Become clouds and rain.
Driving, my heart reigns,
Longing for egret time,
Wishing bridges gone.
I dream of feeding
My soul amid a sea
Of wings all white.
While droplets rain flashes of white,
My heart feeds on the sight
Of nowhere to go in egret time.
What are your thoughts?