The quietness that is not mine at all,
has posted on a rooftop in the street
taking a resting heron as its shape.
The bird is watching with me, the moment
when our world turns into apricot.
He is not out of place, he is a part.
The contours of the bird in marron paint
have made the light start in a better way,
now I can understand his silence well.
I took this photo early this morning, a heron on the rooftop across the street. He made my day 🙂