Hushed Wings

The heron returned
to the stillness of the pond
just  as the sun was setting--

Just as we were sitting down
to meditate
after stretching our bodies
back to the places
we could
when we were three
and when we were skinny girls
hanging from so many branches
laughing.

Souls fly
with enormous wings
to cross the span
of time
into flesh
and blood.

Heron's hushed wings
took us there tonight;
almost home.