Didn't we see the shallow, mud-bottomed bay
simmering, tendrils of fog lifting like egret feathers,
the wide flat water shimmering under a silver sun?

Did I just miss the lordly egret
skimming the marsh trees,
pacing his double swimming below the dark water?

What else have we missed,
driving the freeway yards from the still bay,
the teeming waters another universe,

another freeway below and beyond
the daily commute,
the buzzing quotidian?