A slant of sun
through the glen
against a glassy brook
marks a solitary heron
gleaming like a burst of paradise.
Discovery disturbs her meditation.
When she breaks
plumes of spray
print a spotlight silhouette
of gold dust in the air
till pleats of her wing beats cease
and cloud threads sever the connection
everywhere but here.
Jerome L. McElroy
*Accepted in Avocet (Spring 2005)