I have been watching a Great Blue Heron fish in the cattails, easing ahead with the stealth of a lover composing a letter, the hungry words looping and blue as they coil and uncoil, as they kiss and sting. Let's say that he holds down an everyday job in an office. His blue suit blends in. Long days swim beneath the glass top of his desk, each one alike. On the lip of each morning a bubble trembles. No one has seen him there, writing a letter to a woman he loves. His pencil is poised in the air like the beak of a bird. He would spear the whole world if he could, toss it and swallow it live. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MORITURI SALUTAMUS [WE WHO ARE TO DIE SALUTE YOU] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE CLERKS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON WHEN HELEN LIVED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE HAPPY NIGHTINGALE by PHILIP AYRES A CLEAR NIGHT by KARLE WILSON BAKER |