Heron's Breath

fog on the water

catch, splash, drive, creep up the slide

head up, quick away, power ten

Nothing

empty hands, empty mind

a glass tips, spilling nothing

slides across the table

in a dream, she lost her mouth

certain her mind was soon to follow

she tied her hands behind her back

bobbed for apples in the dark

there were stars on the ceiling

sand in her shoes and eyes

the man in the corner with the cello plays

as the glass tips back up

full of nothing