The path ahead is unclear the first few steps seem fine (as fine is redefined by times) beyond is cowled in green gloom with definition hidden but enticing
We pause and breathe ask feet to tentatively tread possibilities for surer surface
The line ascribed by timeless river run seems safe and the possibility of kingfishers is a draw indeed
But we have seen these river banks lost to inundation and irresistible weight
To realise this too late would be fatal
so we collaborate in waiting and make the call
I saw a kingfisher again! Thatβs three times in 44 years...