Issue 8


Summer 2013

 

Interval



Past scurvy-grass
and footpath,
beyond the skiff
sideward in mud,
a redshank
plays the out-tide
out to sea. 
There is
a moment
water multiplies
by light, air, cirrus, salt
to make absence
lovely. Little bird,
your quick song
renders me
a trespasser.

____________

Lois Williams