It’s National Poetry Day. This year the theme is “water”. So, as is customary on this blog, let the day be marked with something by Norman MacCaig.
Ringed Plover by a water’s edge
They sprint eight feet and –
stop. Like that. They
sprintayard (like that) and
They have no acceleration
and no brakes
Top speed’s their only one.
They’re alive – put life
through a burning glass, they’re
its focus – but they share
the world of delicate clockwork.
they parallel the parallel ripples
When they stop
The Poems of Norman MacCaig (ed E McCaig) (2005) (p 292)