The jackdaw is not interested in the ocean’s edge but I am.
He agrees it can be our subject while we play
Destination. To save energy we set
ourselves in spirit mode. Quick as thought we fly
to the Mediterranean and look for the Rhone.
‘To call a river’s end a “mouth” is ugly. Spewing water!’
He tells me the jackdaw term. We zoom and seek.
The more we think and look the less we see
of any demarcation, any ocean’s edge.
‘Set your eyes in bird mode and look for the surface,’
he says. I do. I fight awe and vertigo.
I see droplets in their trillions dance, exchanging
floating for commingling with the air.