The Kingfisher

Kōtare

The sky dims as the sun slips behind a cloud that has been lurking since noon. 
I watch, carefully, from this sterile room in a squat building 
Above the harbour, looking for signs & portents.

I find only birds.
The noose tightens around my heart.

It is broken like a TV set out of tune, 
flickering and casting terrifying, ephemeral shadows 
Across the days ahead. 
Since you left me here I have been faint. 
I cannot stand for fear of falling. 

The Kōtare keeps watch through the glass, 
Alert to the chance.
His wings will flicker
And my heart dance.