Seabird

On our recent stay in Florida we saw thousands of birds along the shore, hopping before the surging foam, diving toward the waters, clipping inches over the waves.

This image arose as my eyes followed their graceful search for food. For you grammarians the poem has something missing. Is it missing, or is its absence just a pointer to some transcendent realm? Let me know what you think.

To have one

            only body

            and ungraspingly

            enjoy it,

            nothing owned but

            wings

                        in arrowed flight

            claws

outstretched in landing

            bill

            to pierce the sea

            for

                        this

                                    one

                                                fish.

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