“On the Bayou”
“As the young woman observed the heron, absolutely still in its immaculate beauty, she settled into the Peace that she had so often known. The bubbles on the water’s surface might have been inside her own awareness. The sheen of the water had its analogue in her glistening consciousness. And the white bird, silent and contemplative, might have been her, Lucinda, the very embodiment of tranquility.”