Distancing
I hear a bird’s call into evening,
but I cannot see it. It is close,
perhaps on a branch, a window ledge.
The air is cool, and I need to rest,
retreat into the dark,
disassociate from myself.
There is a reason we cannot see at night.
The bird’s voice rings, bells fading,
then quietens;
it is as if today has fallen into mist.
This morning I felt different,
full of plans, epilogues.
I listen intently for the bird,
now distant, as it drifts away
into its own sound – a relic of itself.
Ion Corcos was born in Sydney, Australia in 1969. He has been published in Cordite, Meanjin, Westerly, Plumwood Mountain, Southword, Wild Court, riddlebird, and other journals. Ion is a nature lover and a supporter of animal rights. He is the author of A Spoon of Honey (Flutter Press, 2018).
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