The Walk lV – The Heron

Gray rainy day,
Steady drops changed his Umbrella into a drum.
Rain, plops of drops
Around them.  No conversation
But man and woman agreed – the hill.
They both walked to the
Cherry trees at the top of
the hill, rain spattered pond below.

The grey heron stood
In the pond blithely ignoring
The falling rain.
Knowing him well, the woman
Balanced herself down the slope
To stand on the rock
That reached out
Into the small pond. The heron
Stood still, waiting for
The bread she held in
Her hand.  They’ve done this before.
Bread dropped and floated on
The water bobbing
Before he quickly scooped it up
With his long bill.

The man at the top of
The hill laughed in delight but
Halted at her upright
Hand.  “He doesn’t know
You.  Stay there. “   She climbed back up
The slope to stand and
Watch the heron as
He finished his treat.
Envious geese muttered
And flapped their wings.

The man is quiet
and waits for the heron to
Fly away.  The cherry trees drip
And the rain softly
Falls around them.
“No wonder this seems like home
To me.”  He whispered.
“I could be happy
In such a small grove of trees
With a pond nearby.
There was a place like this,
Near our home.”
He held out his hand,
solemnly watching the rain
create a tiny pond in the palm of his hand.
“寒雨 Kanu.” He whispered. (cold winter rain)

She smiled at him.
He walked her back to
Her office, holding the
Umbrella carefully over her.
“I want to come here again”
He whispered.
“Then we shall.”
She bowed deeply to him.
“おかえり Okaeri” (welcome home)
He bowed in return.
“ただいま Tadaima.” (I’m home).

18 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Let's CUT the Crap!
    Dec 11, 2014 @ 07:29:01

    Kanzen, this is wonderful. It’s a sweeping lens following these two tracking their quiet and gentle ways. Not in a Peeping Tom or Big Brother way, but as a filmmaker might capture a scene. Tender and moving. ❤

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  2. macjam47
    Dec 11, 2014 @ 08:56:54

    This is a lovely poem. We have a couple of herons on our lake. They are so much fun to watch. Such stealthy creatures.

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  3. SirenaTales
    Dec 14, 2014 @ 19:17:00

    Elegant and moving, Kanzen….’tis choreography, really, of the lovely images you evoke. Thank you for the beauty and heart. xo

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  4. el34ax7
    Dec 20, 2014 @ 01:43:16

    Those words, ‘okaeri’ and ‘tadaima,’ certainly have a poignant meaning, especially since this is the greeting my wife and I use when she gets home. Perfect, perfect ending.

    Reply

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