Full wings beating,
a great blue heron flies off,
but he's left a message
etched in the hieroglyphics
of his tracks.

I rush to decipher it,
for the fragile papyrus of beach
is already encroached
by the Gulf.

I crouch, tilt my head,
change angles, directions.

I read:
Accept the next proposition you hear.           
But then:
You will make a sudden rise in life.
And then:
A pleasant surprise is waiting for you.

Waves erase the writing
before I can attempt another
translation, a krack krack
white and high in the distance.