The Hand-Carved Loon

And there are Two birds In this poem A loon Hand-carved From balsa And a snakebird On the tide Of the river The oily head Of a water bird Cuts surface And glides Along by Tarred wooden Racks Ideograms Oyster farms Low on the tide Lower than The hand-carved Loon it looks Hardly buoyant A bird From two Worlds it knows The murk On the bottom And waves Crinkled by sun It swims As well As a black trevally Sleek and fast A challenge to Handcrafted birds To all things made up