The Blue Heron

i am more tender

than the medium can handle

i am tired of tapping, tired

of being tapped

i buckle under

another weightless morning

where everything glows, everything

opposite sunrise

i startle the heron twice while walking

i only wanted to sit, to whisper

“you are safe with me, you are so safe”

but also say it back

let it be the dawn’s silent break

no wings hitting water

just both of us bent over the horizon,

breathing