I have been watching a Great Blue Heron fish in the cattails, easing ahead with the stealth of a lover composing a letter, the hungry words looping and blue as they coil and uncoil, as they kiss and sting. Let's say that he holds down an everyday job in an office. His blue suit blends in. Long days swim beneath the glass top of his desk, each one alike. On the lip of each morning a bubble trembles. No one has seen him there, writing a letter to a woman he loves. His pencil is poised in the air like the beak of a bird. He would spear the whole world if he could, toss it and swallow it live. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WORDS IN A CERTAIN APPROPRIATE MODE by HAYDEN CARRUTH SHADOW-CASTING by JAMES GALVIN SPRINGTIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO MAY HOWARD JACKSON - SCULPTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WOMAN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BEFORE DAWN; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |