Song by Mike Dillon
Heron fixes its solitary gaze on the low tide.
Osprey slows, pivots and dives.
Kingfisher chitters and white hawthorn cascades
from the shoreline thickets goldfinches visit.
And the mild sun orbits around me
because spring has not passed.
And it’s never too late to be brave again
as long as your heart still bears your breath.
Mike Dillon lives in Indianola, Washington, a small town on Puget Sound northwest of Seattle. His most recent book is "Departures: Poetry and Prose on the Removal of Bainbridge Island's Japanese American's After Pearl Harbor," from Unsolicited Press (2019).