WHEN A THOUSAND HERONS FLY

I.

A heron is on a branch of a tree

A hundred herons are on the tall grasses they never step on, and

when a thousand herons fly around the horizon,

drops of the crying sky fall on gentle clothes

they should land to the wet earth

take a short time walkin’ on an old living round, and

sun comes to cheer up sad sky.

Do you know, when a thousand herons

stayed on the land, they’ve

decided to stand a board retiring

II.

When a thousand herons fly at the sunset sky

shade the cloud with a million

white feathers and

mark the comin’ night by disappearing

behind a high mount. And

when a thousand herons fly in the lonely night

black and white mixed and become

a twinkling white light, but

sleeping kids hear a chatter of two herons

from the dreamland. And

when a thousand herons fly above

my head, tell the next door to knock on, and

the next bed to lay on

They said:

“The world isn’t too wide to.”

01 May 2007
M. Sayid Wijaya