Grebe by John Hanson
I dive deep
into the still, dark pool within.
Deep enough that I wonder
how long I can stay
here in the depths,
until I am drowned
under the weight
of the waters above.
Deeper yet still,
the answers I seek
shoal, spook, and dive—
elusive,
quick‑silver flashes that,
seen and then unseen,
are ever out of grasp.
"Australasian crested grebe" by Bernard Spragg is marked with CC0 1.0.

What a lovely poem, John, fitting the beauty of the bird itself. Thanks for posting this. from Vivien
ReplyDeleteThis poem was beautifully written. Lovely descriptions.
ReplyDeleteSusie