Sightings - Lake Katherine
Sitting on this log, I can’t see
the steep plunge of the falls
but I hear their infinite sound,
filling the gorge with white-water noise.
“Just listen,” I tell myself.
Later on the rumbling bridge,
the water scouring below me,
I think about the lesson I just learned:
"Never go round a bend too quickly
or you will miss the blue heron
rising from the bottom of the falls."
Buzzard shadows glide across trees
fooling me to look up every time.
“Be still and wait.”
What comes is a water thrush, tail
bobbing, searching along the rusted
shores of the little eddy.
How could that dragonfly have
been so slow?
Only glittering pieces of delicate
wing left behind.
“Remember the heron,” I think,
doubling back towards the trailhead.
Silent at the turn, I spot a kingfisher
and watch it,
perched still and forgiving, on a dead,
weathered tree in