Sacred Kingfisher
| ~Andrew Lansdown If I draw too close it flies away. Otherwise it appears not to notice me at all—the small kingfisher that comes to my garden at nightfall and sets me fishing for image and metaphor. It is a brush-stroke of blue, framed among apples, famed among feathers. Still against the shifting leaves, motionless, it dives deep into the pools of praise and surfaces with itself, conveys nothing else. It shapes the sprawling tree by reference to itself: a lone focal point. Without knowledge of self, it enacts itself precisely. |