Only Natural

Along this river where everything is natural man is natural, too. Look here: a fisherman’s beer can and cigarette butt; and here on a rock the Kingfisher’s rejectamenta, stiff gray cakes of scale and bone. When I climb down the bank I’m sorry the Great Blue Heron yells Grawwk and takes its wings to the air, but when I’m there alone and another man appears I startle and as if frightened hide.

7 September 1981, Fortuna