Bit late with my tribute, but here it is.... Cormorant [dedicated to the memory of Seamus Heaney] So often I have seen the S of the neck the black majesty of its poise steady on a post or other construct the glossy outline affirming estuary’s flow its inky darkness almost two dimensional, rock-still, so that even though I stand and wait, willing the cormorant to move, it outwits me with its acceptance of eddy and of tidal race, watching, watching… How wise to know when to stretch and dry the wings to catch the warm breeze or benefit from arctic chill, to know the precise moment, the exact now to open up into that vast span profiling water’s surface in unhurried scoop before flying entirely away, away, leaving vast expanse of empty sky.
Posted on: Wed, 04 Sep 2013 16:34:57 +0000
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