Alone he roams

across skies, over coasts

of gold that glint a steely silver

as a crescent moon gleams near.

He hears the crash of waves

on rocks that corrode and cry

high rocks that formed before he was born

the lone bird on the shore at dawn.

At dusk, just before the sun sets

he slices the waters to catch

fish that swim close to sand

they swish, they swim

unaware of perils

like the lone bird who dreams alone.

Around he goes, over lands and shores

beyond and so

alone he is, isolation he seeks

that bird on the shores of the Maldives.