But once, through a pleat-work of waves,
I watched as a cormorant caught and released
a single fish. Eight times. Trapped and released.
Diving into an absence, the fish
re-entered my vision in segments, arcing
through the pivot of the bird’s beak. Magnificent,
I thought, each singular visit, each
chattering half-step from the sea.
From “The Fish” by Linda Bierds