I want to land like a cormorant
when I die, be remembered
like a long black neck,
grace, a small sweet splash
I want to live sailing,
displacing what embraces me.
You stood like a lake
and explained the seal hunt
above an imagined hole
you were still,
your heart quick,
waiting for water to still,
the seal to rise.
You said it’s a long wait.
Sometimes I think if I could remember
to stand above a hole and wait
I might learn what I need to know.
Sometimes I think that hole
is history.
I didn’t intend to be born.
I’d like to be displaced
like water around a paddle,
transform into a cormorant
when I die.
