One day, I hope to stand as still as a heron

I envy you your skill to stand

still the restless thrum of

my capillaries

urges me forward

with a brain full of bees

Your unblinking eyes watch

the river tumble

downstream upstream

silver fishes flash past

you like liquid ghosts

One day I hope to sit

quiet beside your riverside

perch to consider

the flow without becoming

part of the stream