When your jealous of the cormorant
You see surfacing today
Fish in mouth
No one else about.

Knowing she’s been underneath
Where the quiet isn’t eerie
Where the noise is muffled out.

Where the freedom lets you glide and the pressure holds you tight.
Weightless, timeless, other worldliness
Downwards deep and diving, dark descending in
Mysteriously water floats you, when your finally out of breath.

Surfacing there sitting with feathers oily black
The heavy shine of secrets
the Cormorant’s gonna keep.

Bristol 2025.