BIRD MAN

In the morning when the sun

emerges over the limestone cliffs

turning creamy grey green to

reflecting shards of bright rock

right down to wave breaks at

the juncture between limestone

ledges replete with seaweed and

scuttling crabs, wave interregnum,

the sunlight will reflect on the white

sea eagle, the gulls, the terns and

their busyness of flight by feathers

all twitching in the winds near the

singing rock where morning caroling

opens up the potential of the day. This

totemic bird, a man who fell from

great heights, down the granite

headlands just around the corner,

is a man who returns each day,

provides wisdom and feathers to

the Kadaicha man, who tracks lightly

across our consciousness, gives us

pointers for the next stage of our

journey, a fly past, regal sharing of

innate longitudinal witness,

a sense of going forward

with bright intentionality.