“Reflecting.” A poem by me

This is a poem I wrote while I was in Tennessee. My mind was racing and I couldn’t fall asleep. I needed a new perspective. So, I got out of my hammock, didn’t even put my glasses on, and went for a walk. The poem is called “Reflecting” because while the Great Blue Heron reflected on the surface of the pond — I reflected on my life.

In the dark of night,
on a small dock,
on a small pond. 

Blurry vision,
flickering street light,
quiet heart.

Raining so softly it produced no sound,
just a sparkling pond.

In the middle of the water — a Great Blue Heron.

Standing with me.
Together,
we reflected.