The Great Blue Heron Stalks its Prey to be Free
A Poem
The Great Blue Heron plows through the sea above the water.
Seeking epicurean delights with its sharp beak to slaughter.
It refashions luscious morsels into the beautiful bird form I see.
This creature of dinosauric origin searches for energy to remain free.
Free to venture far and wide — high and low in earths deepest sea,
Through which airships sail; super powers force others to bend a knee.
Thoughts flying thru time and space; my mind forms an active notion,
That I, too, can find food for thought to explore life’s great ocean.
And as is this serpentine bird of primeval origin — I may be free.
Or — ought I wonder — ponder the essence of what I should do or be?
Even when being exceedingly wary my next step might be a blunder,
Meeting great claps of thunder — lightening bolts ripping me asunder?
As muddled thoughts I ponder in the sea’s restless briny motions,
Foiling self with charmed potions — mind filled with chaotic notions,
I may miss gourmet delights that could energize my efforts to live free.
So — should I — in futility stop wondering how to shape my destiny?
A resounding no! Wondering is good; opens doors not yet understood,
Throws back curtains revealing ideas and meanings before obscured.
Not fearful of the unknown, exploring new ideas from eve till dawn,
Working until — if not all —at least more understanding is known.
Remembering the Great Blue Heron traversing the deep — vast sea,
Whose oxygen in its great expanse sets me free to think, to talk, to be.
I can observe, examine, reason — say consciously “I am” at end of day.
Interacting with many “I am,” creating earth’s history in a human way.
The Great I Am, surrounds it all? Maybe his, her, or its name is Space.
A name for that boundary — that limit poorly understood by our race.
As long as I’m allowed to wander in this life so incredibly inspiring,
Interest in the earth and all the universe — I pray to keep desiring.
(I greatly enjoyed interacting with Great Blue Herons on the Rio Grande in Laredo, Texas. Your thoughts on this poem will be appreciated. Please click the call out below to leave comments. I would love to hear from you. Thanks, Jim)