The Egret

"Every time

but one

the little fish

and the green

and spotted frogs

know

the egret's bamboo legs

from the thin

and polished reeds

at the edge

of the silky world

of water.

Then,

in their last inch of time,

they see,

for an instant,

the white froth

of her shoulders,

and the white scrolls

of her belly,

and the white flame

of her head..." (The Egret, Mary Oliver)

Riding every day Thanksgiving weekend, day 2: Sycamore Canyon Wilderness Park. Like yesterday, very quiet, though this time with company. Clouds debating whether to rain or clear. The sunset rushing in, riders without lights rushing out. Fun, fun, funny - if you had heard the joke, you would know why that boulder cracked up.