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! That’s three times in 44 years...