A Juvenile Great Blue Heron Learns to Fish
Somewhere – in the middle of nowhere
there is pocket of sand
embroidered with bull kelp and framed with
sandstone – carved by millions of years.
The grains of sand have learned
to cling
with a tenacity that
only comes with old age and desire.
On a bed of algae and barnacles
a great blue heron
casts an impatient shadow
on the Salish –
both a threat and a promise.
He lifts his neck to stare at the sun –
and at Icarus who whispers
to not be so hurried and so
young.
Maybe if I had been more patient
I might have seen the heron
catch his first prey
and devour it with a hunger
that only comes with adolescence.
But at that moment
the sun and what I haven’t yet seen
reaches
for my body, ever so inviting,
So I join the heron in a dance of innocence
and a search for more,
heads reaching towards nothing
and yet everything.
Miki Hoe is a Junior at WHS. Her Poem, ‘A Juvenile Great Blue Heron Learns to Fish’, received a Silver Key Award






















Mo H. • Apr 1, 2026 at 1:58 pm
Wow 🙂