Patience

Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge

Along the Waveney’s muddy hem,
where reeds lean in to whisper,
a ghost in white stands perfectly still ….
then steps, one dark foot into the shimmer.

No hurry here. The morning belongs
to the heron’s pale cousin,
reading the water like a slow, silver page,
while the world holds its breath by the dozen.

A dagger beak. A mirror below.
The marsh grass watching and wishing
He knows what the river knows ….
that patience is its own kind of fishing.

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This is “Egret’s Song” by Ben Hermanski

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #092

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