Bay Watching

by David M Gunson



A cormorant dives through a bait-ball of tiny fish Water and sky discuss each other’s take on grey Clouds, motionless, watch all below with quiet detachment Boats, waiting for something to do, nod in collective agreement at their predicament The breeze lifts and a sail is struck, the crack of canvas applauds its release from captivity; those left behind look on longingly The dogs understand that there is nothing to do but watch This bay, this scene, this day without you is just a day for watching, watching and remembering you.

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