White Heron

By Vilma Alvarez
The white heron shakes
His head -----
No, he says to the wind’s
Heavy hands:
I will not move, not an inch.
The white heron is relentless,
His gold legs
Will not budge; he shakes his
Head again.
The white heron is so careless;
He stands
Too close to the road, his wings 
Outstretched as if to say: This
Is mine.
Perhaps, the white heron
Is brave ---
Invading our space as we
Invaded his.