Heron On A Post


Today I saw a heron on a post.
Viewed at eye level from the back
of a motorbike.

Upright, stood to attention.
Watching. But not watching me
behind my visor.

Not watching me – human on
two wheels going as fast as I can.
Without wings.

The heron flies
aligning head, body, legs.
Stream-lined, stream bound.

I align my head,
body, legs with
man and machine.

We ride for the ferry, he for the fish.
One world, two elements.
I see you heron. I want to be seen.

First Light

Through painting, photography, writing (and latterly poetry) I enjoy a sense of wonder – of an intimate, enthusiastic, headlong, close-up plunge into nature – in all it’s forms.