The heron at gray dawn <br />Preys in stillness, <br />Then rises in muscular commotion, <br />Beating the air with huge wings; <br />A blue kimono lifting with <br />Definitive Noh drama, <br />Leaving the skin of the water <br />Grease-paint white, <br />Mask motionless. <br /> <br />The meditative gull soars <br />On updrafts of a coastal precipice, <br />Hovering on the edge <br />For eternity, <br />Eye to eye <br />With those who stand at shoreline. <br /> <br />This is learning, grasping, <br />Attention…then mastery: <br />Motion imparting stillness, <br />And stillness motion.<br /><br />Gary Witt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heron-and-gull/
