The Great Blue Heron
On the banks of the bayou took flight a Great Blue Heron and then a Great White Egret swooped behind him who was followed by one of a dozen of Brown Pelicans – George, the landscape guy I was speaking to at the time said he fishes often – I like a man who fishes – and said while he is cleaning his fish the pelicans surround him, in the water, behind him, and on the side of him, and when he opens the fish up, the pelicans behind him open their wing span, not to intimidate but to show interest – and he feeds them – and he says, the pelicans are odd and clumsy looking but they fly with grace – and isn’t it the contrast that intrigues us.
Does anyone remember John Belushi – rotund but graceful – how he could cartwheel practically across the landscape and retain such economy of movement – and that is when we pay attention – if he had been a waif, so what? – if he had been clumsy, of course – but he was a large man and full of grace – ah, the contradictions are so attractive.
Isn’t it the hotties who belie the art of sexual fulfillment – those beauitful men and women – but yet so boring in and out of bed – how many times have I heard this, or the times I have even experienced it first hand – and yet everyone wants to sleep with them, the beauties – just once – have sex with a narcissist and your eyes will never form enough of a mirror to satisfy her needs.
It’s the Great Blue Heron that flies through the air gracefully not caring if you are there to see it.