harborside_exchange lostgirl you stand at the ready great white heron, ever watchful king of now. your eyes are calculative cameras perpetually recording reality, the stillness in the moment. i see you. you are familiar. i approach you slowly in silent question: "do you know me?" you regard me briefly, casually but you step away, alarmed. you oppose my advance step for step, ever respectful of creating living, breathing space between. i sigh and turn away but take one more backward glance at your curious gaze when in a flash of recognition you finally see me for me, for what I am now. and you let me in, just long enough to create a memory, one that is ours to share. "good to see you." you say. and i smile and wave as you fly away. 100615 what's it to you? who go blather from