Merge with Egrets


Stand-still traffic
confined to the bridge
we’re all crossing at once
turns from illogic to logic
when seven egrets
traverse in their own
traffic pattern.
Left in their wake
is a lazy river
lined with miles of fall foliage
and a call to follow.
What if crossing from one side
to the other meant more
than crossing town?
Can I merge with the egrets?
 
By Dresden Holden