Kingfisher – A Poem



I am in the west
looking west.
Into heresy my eastern shadow
weathered into white sand.

There, on a thin ribbon of land above the waves,
on the treeless hills
overlooking the barren shore,
the sea made us kings.
I became the Kingfisher. I took its name.
Its title.
And you were christened the Osprey. You soared
in high paths of moon lit stars
while I flew low
in an afternoon sun that broke
across the water.

But no matter.

In, Essa, in. Throw it in.
Another and another.
Throw all of it in.
Your back is to me and I watch it tremble.
Let’s leave what remains
for the tides to take.
Hear as the waves lap
breathless along the beach.


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