Fisherman’s Song

The ibis makes a call that splits the sky.
The ibis becomes the lake and surfaces when she chooses.
The ibis came here from far away. How strange is her cry.
The ibis climbs in any direction she pleases.
The ibis hides like a shadow in the air.
The ibis will return, year after year.

 
 
 
 

Written as an epigraph for a friend’s PhD on population mobility in Tanzania.