One loon
flies low
along the line separating sky and water,
wingtips
skimming the settled surface of the sea.

Alighting on the water,
she raises her neck
to accept the the morning’s offering
of sunlight.

I call out to her
she
turns her head
pauses -
quizzical
that I know her voice,
but realizing I am only a stranger
she turns away.

Sanctifies
herself
with this blessed water.
Trusts the sea
to gift her with abundance.

[She
is not separate from her gods,
she lives among them]