I wrote that I lay naked on the jetty
but not naked beyond all concepts –
the word ‘I’ still remained, a contamination.
The heron that had settled beside me
stood with its head turned away.
Did I not exist in his scheme of things?
The jetty was apparently his, a part of the world
beyond humanity, beyond a ‘now’.
Were we once simultaneous? The question has no answer.
The misty realm
with gleam instead of water
where a heron stands on guard at the border
is of course timeless.