Photo by Maria VonVille
Sometimes we are handed
the gift of perfect timing,
or perhaps it's a gift from God.
Today at Pickerington Ponds
was one of those moments
that takes my breath away.
It began with five white egrets
sunning on dead limbs of a tree...
half-submerged, a lonely sentinel
in the middle of a sea of water,
well in a pond at least.
Two flew off with long wings flapping,
no wind to hinder their way.
In time I turned to see two cormorants,
land in that same dead tree
standing vigil on undulating branches,
lording over their water world.
At last I espied that elusive heron,
camouflaged in the dead of the tree.
You can never give up searching,
thinking none you will ever find.
Because there's always one out there...
grey upon grey, a puzzle within a puzzle.
Hm, it's not the day to wax philosophical,
instead a memory of my making.
May you have even a better day. -jkt-