From the collection published in 2021, The Immediate and No Sooner.
At the Beginning of the Story
Once upon a time
it was afternoon
just past rain and she
whose waterproof toes
left tiny star marks
in the mud and curled
to clutch the gravel
washed down from the steep
bank of the creek she
stood shallow in the
coiling ripples of
iridescence that
waver and dither
into a sudden
slip through the rocks and
gone still she stands with
head raised and sharp eyes
scans the vibrating
pale white sun-hazed sky
3/12/20
each line 5 syllables
I love this fairy tale!
Thank you, I love fairy tales, since I was a child, and this poem came from me seeing a heron, and somehow it seemed as if the bird were more than just a bird standing in the creek…more as if it might suddenly transform….
Herons are sort of magical.