I wear a blue flower print
cotton mask as I hike
near the foothills
while summer teases spring.
My breath steams my glasses.
Must keep distant
from others, but no one
in sight. You swoop
before me and perch
on a block wall.

Your stance unmoving
near palm branches.
Egret messenger contrasts
with the surroundings.
I edge closer, take a picture
edge closer, take a picture
edge closer, take a picture.
I try to guess when you will
fly. You wait and wait,
not bothered by me.

Then push off
drifting into the foothills.
Perhaps to find your mate?
Home in secret waters.
You inspire me to wait
in isolation and watch
until the time is right
for my flight.

By Cindy Rinne

Cindy Rinne creates fiber art and writes in San Bernardino, CA. Cindy is the author of several books. Her poetry appeared or is forthcoming in: Anti-Heroin Chic, The Poetry Barn, Verse-Virtual, LitGleam, and several anthologies, and others. www.fiberverse.com