Steel Rule Over the Falls

Heron Spreads its Wings

In my presence the steel rule plummets to the tiled floor of criss-crossed ceramic and grout – the rule’s edges crashing upon the two colour pattern conjures a zenith of endless Zildjian cymbals rising in multiple shimmers all caught within an empty room of echo. My tranquil domain shattered – the timbre vibrates to the core. I am un-wantedly caught within the coruscate. My person has gone over the falls.

Yet at the same time I absorb the episode – I will find something to counter experience this to. The core will recover and the day will continue – but this many seconds event has provided cause. What can be the possible resultant effect?

A few days later I traipse the sand watching as groups of steady hoppers bounce upwards from the salty environs. To the end I march and to the beginning I return. I watch the ground for broken bits of sea caressed glass – shattered remains of sea life – and take plastics away to the bin.

Within the foreshore and unconcerned by my wander stands a Heron ever intent on its quest for feed. It remains steady – endless hours of practice – its grace of movement as if a profound practitioner of T’ai-chi ch’aün. I can watch this motion – there is something to learn here about life – tranquility – rice paper. With its spiked lunge towards a target the Heron finds its meal and returns to its stance easily.

The movement repeats itself. It is time for me to go. I have recovered from my over the falls event. I have enjoyed cause and effect – chaos and peace. The heron spreads its wings.