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