Cormorants

I've walked all morning to see this,
my eyes stripped clean by the sea's

steel breath: cormorants in a splash
of light on the slick rocks, their wings

outstretched. Around them, the softest
intonations of blue, the silver

staccato of waves lapping the sides
of a dinghy moored to its shadow

and two anglers bent over their lines
still as the cormorants' wings.