Inside the Diorama


I woke to the sounds
of a gently gurgling
brook
while I rubbed my eyes
an egret sidled
alongside me
and froze
like a statue
watching

I dared not move
his stare
intense
captured the moment
and I wondered
was he
confused

suddenly
his head shot forward
he pulled back
with a fish
that he swallowed
and then
continued
on his way

somewhere above me
came a chuckle
I sheltered my eyes
from the bright morning sun
a smiling face
of a Chinese man
looked down upon me
from the rock
on which he sat fishing
“he only wants the little fish…
not great big whale”

“ha, ha, yes,” I said
rising to my feet
“I wonder…could you tell me where I am?”
“Ah you’re right where you’re supposed to be
at this moment in time.”

a strange quiet
was apparent behind
the whisper of water
and it was as if
I could see for miles
yet everything seemed
so close
the man saw I was puzzled

“You’re very lucky,
a trip for yourself
here
to every place
both near and far
that so many never see
a precious moment
lost in time
that quiet space
between”

and the egret, stationary
plotted his
next course

 

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15 thoughts on “Inside the Diorama

  1. egrets are wonderful, we watch them here. graceful flight. and i love the perspective shift. we are where we are in our journey.

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