The White Heron of Bahrain

May 1st 2025

The White Heron of Bahrain

I gently rub the sleep from my eyes,

Sitting in my wakeful uber travelling to work:

A moving cocoon on soulless wheels,

Driver and I just grey and without form,

Caught in the drudge of wage and work,

Then: then, She comes.

Effortless and shimmering with mornings aura,

Set amongst the early blue sky,

A fleeting moment she flies parallel,

And my eyes brighten and drink her in,

The magic of beings removed that somehow blink,

And in a fluttering wing beat, find Natures connection:

I am transformed and awoken to Mothers beauty.

From deep within I say a spell of gratitude to this white wisp,

Over desert marsh of rock sand and scrub,

The little pool in a moment dazzled by rippling reflection,

Of freedom and hope that I also barely sip a taste.

The White Heron of Bahrain haunts my waking dreams,

For she gave me a glimpse of freedom and beauty:

As I stepped out of my cocoon I found I had wings.

I flew all day beside the white heron of Bahrain.

Bahrain. Beltane 2025