film by  Todd Porter

music by Tanya Porter

I.
Loon on lapping Lake Ontario,
past the salt docks and raked sand.
Suddenly there, the bird
has bobbed up further
from where it plunged – further
than imagined breath could be held.
Alone under the mid-day moon.
II.
Loon stays under so long
you almost forget he descended at all.
You turn back to your book on the beach
and then, like nostalgia, he comes
far from where you expected
he could go.
III.
Loon tilts his straight beak
and tucks his webbed feet for take-off –
flaps rhythmic wings that slap
down and up – loon and his wavy mirror-twin
leaving
a lean V trail.
Disturbed water.
Reading, interrupted.