Gentle Waters

When tide is low and soft

and Heron passes

over glass water

My heart feels

huge in my chest

echoing open to the stars

Moon joins us,

punctuating vast expanse

with delicate silver

All sound is

wing flap

and water-tumbled pebble

Veins become roots

that wander out of my body,

rivers from chest to sea

Pouring out

they sing

“I belong here”