“Under your face, you have another face, and under that face, there is a lake” – says the watchman of the night. Tiny fish shoal beneath your eyelids. They are the souls of your unborn children. Whenever you sin, a stork sticks its open beak in the water and waits for the tremor of a luckless fish.
a flicker of silver
in the tangle
Ekphrastic haibun based on ‘Stork Painting’, Oleg Shupliak (2016).