The distances we must travel
through time, memory and space.
In flight
wings unfurled
eyes narrowed
she descends again
as the morning fog
lifts
There is nothing more exquisite
than this –
The surface of the water
is deceptively calm
she waits instinctively
for life to stir
underneath
that deep persistent ache, a hunger
that cuts like a knife.
Weary from solitude
and empty of sustenance
she hears a call
a deep barking
a familiar voice
What makes us whole, must we be,
to be complete?
In his bill
a majestic red and black
she can sense
an offering
a minnow
enough for them both
becoming tabitha 