by Moya Pacey
It seems to me the whole purpose of art to the artist is that rare feeling of control/ illumination…life is alright, for the time being.
i/ I see it perched on top of the dead tree whiteness against pale grey stillness against motionless water tree and bird paired white heron beneath blue sky without a breath of wind to ruffle its feathers nothing stirs slow, slow, let this moment keep waiting like heron waiting like water for the tide to turn ii/ I see the great white heron, the dead tree, the sea, a flutter of feathers
Epigraph is taken from Elizabeth Bishop ‘One Art’ Letters 14 December 1957 p350
Herons are the most patient of birds. I saw this white heron, as I describe it in my poem, waiting for the tide to turn on Candlagan Creek on the South Coast of NSW. It was the first time I was able to travel outside Canberra after the lockdown closed the border between the ACT and NSW for travel. The heron, the instant of illumination and Bishop’s words, life is alright, for the time being crystallised the moment.
Moya Pacey lives in Canberra, Australia. Her third collection: Doggerland was published by Recent Work Press, October, 2020. https://recentworkpress.com/books/product/doggerland/
She co-edits the on-line journal, Not Very Quiet notveryquiet.com.