Friday, March 15, 2013

THE HERON

From the train window, I gaze,
at the stretch
where fields get wider
and houses sparser,
and at that
silhouette on the slope by the ditch,
perfect curves,
a living hieroglyph.
I regularly pass and gaze
and in my gaze I catch
these outlines…eternity?
A word so easy to pronounce,
so teasing and restful…
I pass and gaze and plunge
into this sudden permanence,
this regular moment of the grass,
while being
swarmed away.

2 comments:

Dave King said...

Excellent poem. You are so right about the word eternity: it is a tease, promising perhaps what it can't deliver, but easing our passage for a time. This works well.

Crafty Green Poet said...

I love watching out of train windows too, and I can just imagine your little moment of eternity