The solitary sentinel

scouring the sky for light

broods inside the daybreak breeze.

Then his right wing sinks

when the fish hawk falls

sweeping like a saber slice

until the sea explodes

a wounded sturgeon

in his clutch

bloodied by the reef

up the stairs to heaven.

Fastened to the daring arc

my eyes hurl high

off the rim of earth at him

rebounding rainbows down

brackish on my lashes.


*Jouvert 5(2) (March 2001).