Spirit of Place: Great Blue Heron

By William Stafford

Out of their loneliness for each other
two reeds, or maybe two shadows, lurch
forward and become suddenly a life
lifted from dawn or the rain.  It is
the wilderness come back again, a lagoon
with our city reflected in its eye.
We live by faith in such presences. It is a test for us, that thin
but real, undulating figure that promises,
“If you keep faith I will exist
at the edge, where your vision joins
the sunlight and the rain: heads in the light,
feet that go down in the mud where the truth is.” 

“Spirit of Place: Great Blue Heron,” by William Stafford, is reprinted by permission of The Estate of William Stafford.