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.