I Saw a White Bird Flying

I saw a white bird flying

Against the evening sky,

It might have been a heron

Lonely as you or I.

It might have been a figment

Of a tired, bewildered mind,

But the bird was headed homeward,

Leaving the world behind.

It might have been the spirit

Of one whose sleep that day

Had overflowed the borders

Of mortal flesh and clay.