Adrift

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