Near grooves of a riverbed,
you make yourself comfortable
against life’s flowing current.
But as the heron comes along,
a wise lesson unfolds
underneath its wings.
Squatting onto your sandal footprints,
the bird asks you to follow in the steps
of your own muddy path.
Glancing at the trailhead most traveled,
you notice its texture has become—
rugged and people pleasing
and there is a desire to pivot;
growth stems from
divergent ideas all in all.
So you stand up
with fish below admiring your stature;
the wetland messenger departs to noon.
Setting out for dusk;
tree silhouettes cool papyrus skin
and you never turn back again.