Pond Song 4.9 Midwinter thaw. Hazy sun hot white in the tide pool behind broken clouds. I’ve begun the Sunday walk to God's school. Ducks rattle between slabs of ice. A heron stands stalk still in snow gray as a shadow. There are no shadows but the heron will suffice, could be my shadow standing there nothing between us until that is it meets my empty human stare and rises leaving me with this.