The Moment
Martin, Paul
The Moment Across the field at a pond obscured by Black Willows I turned a certain way and saw a Great Blue Heron beside a white limb in the water. Naked. Uncertain. Like the soul in its...
...Like the soul in its first moment without the body, lingering over all it remembered until I startled it into heavy wings, beating across the gray sky, the place it left behind emptied, turned to something less...
...Paul Martin Commonweal 12 December 7, 2001...
Vol. 128 • December 2001 • No. 21
