EGRET MOON 

Motes whirl in light 

like dervishes in a sunbeam

By the shore there is a kaleidoscope 

of reflected, refracted color shadow and light

The tidal lake is full of mirrors 

and holds, full, dawn’s powder moon

An egret studies the lagoon

Within sight, new and old bridges span 

the Oakland San Francisco Bay

Two cities roost in an impossible sky

From their airports, travelers jump into space

Here at a Berkeley city lagoon

in league with streams that cradle the universe

and the watery hands that cradle the earth

an egret returns from the moon