Blue Heron

I fall from the fear of heights

and plummet

where your wings cannot reach.

Surya had bathed my flesh with his sustaining gaze
and all the cosmos had reached out its hand to touch my heart.
But a line of bottles, green and red
does not dissuade the darkness descending
and soon miraculous colors submit to grey

Over the past few months I’ve witnessed
Life blooming in
A reservoir once devoid.

Systematically I have seen
Green overtake monochrome
And flourish
where water gives way to flora
and life celebrates itself.

Out come the birds,
The ducks, the swans, the pigeons.
The majestic
blue heron: Matriarch of the birds
heart beating, central harmony

Life prevails where it can!

And yet overhead in fractal asymmetry
Swirls the Vulture
intimidator; He is not drawn to life but death.
black-crimson eater of dead flesh.
Worshipper of putrefaction
he thrives on rot and
feeds on decay

And I?
The Vulture among men.
Feeding on the death of moments, never inhabiting them I
flourish in the rot of neglect
and dance with mummified viscera.
An empty well with no water;
The children have been abandoned and there are
no coins left to shimmer with the gentle sparkle of wishes
once magical
but now forgotten.