the cormorant

the cormorant

the cormorant skims across the bay
black-tipped wings tease white-topped waves
he swoops and swerves to demonstrate
the joyous freedom my heart craves

then just above the great sea wall
I watch him frolic with his mate
low and fast they twist and turn
side by side they celebrate

he dives beneath the port’s black depths
with scarce a ripple on the surface
he spreads his feathers for the breeze
to render them as dry as your kiss

he is poised beside the jetty’s edge
warming himself in Nature’s way
at peace with where he knows he fits
so much more than I can say

I see him struggling on the rocks
trapped in a broken fishing line
he wriggles clear of his torment
I am still enmeshed in mine

the cormorant flees the setting sun
black-tipped wings tease white-topped waves
for him morning will come again
bright as the freedom my heart craves

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the cormorant