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[Achebe]

A Moment

Across the highway a heron stands
in the flooded field. It stands
as if lost in thought, on one leg, careless,
as if the field belongs to herons.
The air is clear and quiet.
Snow melts on this second fair day.
Mother and daughter,
we sit in the parking lot
with doughnut and coffee.
We are silent.
For a moment the wall between us
opens to the universe;
then closes.
And you go on saying
you do not want to repeat my life.

~ Ruth Stone

I like Ruth Stone, but this one somehow irritates me. I want to say to her 'no one cares a duck about your inability to connect with your presumably teenaged little shit of a kid, you spoilt first world freerider on cheap Chinese labour that made the ducking plastic spoon you're eating your donut with.'