Set out in my little boat just letting the current take me
adrift in the waters, listening, watching, still
the heron doesn't know I've glided up and starts
fishing, casting its beak below the depths
strutting on its stilt legs in the shallows looking
for another, the beaver slaps its tale warning
of trouble somewhere near the turtles head
bobs on top of the water and once my ripples
reach snatches its head down under seeking
protection, most of the time I am an intruder
today I try to be like the waters, like a ripple
silent, patient as I listen and watch for the
natural revealing of creation to listen to the
tender beat of God found only in stillness