Necks bow in unison,
alone.
At church or phone
in urgent prayer, awaiting
word: when and where
dread happens.
What.
An egret–
rapt, infallible–
spreads wings to shadow
water calm and draw
reluctant minnows near,
the way
lost palmers huddle under trees from storm despite
strike risk, while ruptured light
stabs down. And if such shade
seems grace, though false,
then who knows otherwise
or why?