Isn’t it a relief now to emerge
in that early hour artificially rigged
to provide a little more light?
You can see by the watermark
where the rocks go under
at high tide.
At the river’s edge,
a wading bird holds its pose
When you come back at the end
of the day you imagine it’s still there,
holding up its share, not being swallowed.
In response to Via Negativa: Obliterated.