after Songs of Sea and Sky, Peter Sculthorpe, 1987.
I see a curlew
in the whiteness
of a false dawn
Her reedy call
inches ahead
skims calm bays
sleeping islands
wakes an ocean
inside me
Pitched high
a piano slides
arpeggios
over glassy waters
I hear notes drop
light as spray
on wings in flight
a flurry of birds
dazzle
calls up the sun
the sun in me