Trudging to the supermarket,
on a very bad day for news,
I saw a heron on the roof of a house.
It had a beak of scissor blades, and
legs like television aerials, yet when it moved its neck
it uncurled around the body of an oriental vase.
Then it took off, and I knew I’d been wrong
to try to bring it to earth: it was no part of this
nor of any of those things.
The Heron was published by Under the Radar magazine in 2016