I came upon a Blue Heron today.

It landed in an irrigation ditch

And hid behind a clump of grass.

I slowly moved up on it and it flew away,

But not far. A hundred paces down the ditch.

Incredible, a Blue Heron in the irrigation ditch,

And he’s staring back at me as if to say,

“Hello, old friend.” And I could sware

That I remember him from long ago,

Long before our names were written down,

When the morning colors of creation shone

Upon the hearts of all created things.

“Hello, old friend,” I say.

“So good to know you once again,

So grateful for the visit,

So beautiful the friendship long forgotten,

And how precious the unexpected, chance, reunion.”