SHEARWATER

 

You’d think they’d be light and empty-headed creatures,

considering how they skimmed the surface of the sea

without height or depth of knowledge,

only a fleeting awareness gained at such velocity

that nothing could quite sink in

or be seen within a greater context,

but that was not how the islesmen saw them.

Instead, they marvelled at the stretch

of ocean they skipped over,

the accumulated detail their flight gained,

that they considered them the bird of greatest wisdom

and feasted hard upon them to improve

the slow and ponderous workings of their crag-bound brains.

 

 

 

 

 

This entry was posted on Wednesday, May 16th, 2012 at 5:03 pm.