Gopal Lahiri writes

Baseline

Images are soft, 

Tiny, striking oriental dwarf, 

Riot of tall grasses.

Skies open up,

The wide eyed blue bird

Exchanging morning lights

Beyond the lonely clouds,

A web of gazes all round -

Studying you in pin drop silence.

Long shadows fall on the floor,

On the mossy wall of the terrace -

You can see it.

Branches kiss the glass window

A steady breeze rinses your hands,

Wraps the sourness of your face.

If you look up -

The long neck of the heron accepts

Defeat, seeking now only the escape route.

All I want to see

The natural order.

We never knew what the baseline is.
 
Great Blue Heron, Walking in the Reeds -- Derrick Higgins