Every day they arrive
and by dusk they are gone
Rain on the river brings the eagle
and the white heron
They know that brooks can run dry
but this is a river
The eagle rises to the top of an old pine
watches with steel grey eyes
Listen
Rain without sound
makes the river shiver
The white heron holds its
glorious posture standing on a rock
All summer I watch and listen
as their reflections shimmer in the old water
I listen for their advice
One midnight they came to me
like emmesarries
dared me to fly through the thick woods
As I lay on the granite in the time of sleep
I sighed
a sigh so deep from within my blood vessels
It shook the leaves to the ground
Now I know why the calcium in my bones,
will turn to stardust.