Monday evening, in Arizona, we stood in the gathering dusk
Enjoying the last of the day’s golden sun.
The aperitif being somewhat strong, I saw two pelicans, nesting in my neighbour’s tree.
‘Look!’ I said to my love ‘Hidden in the branches!
See how they preen! Their swan-like necks dip and dive,
Their patterns weaving sweet nothings In adoration of their mate.
See how they dance, like you and I;
Tangling together in pelican intimacy’.
We stood, entranced, willing those birds to show themselves;
To peek out from their leafy nest; to shine in all their snow-white glory.
We waited, long into the night, till the waking stars meant we could see no more.
We bade them goodnight; we wished their journey well,
And marveled at these precious moments shared.
How symbolic, we decided, of our fledgling love,
A birdlike omen that proves our love will last.
Next morning, with daybreak, I early rose,
To see my precious pelicans.
Transformed now into pampas grass,
Snow-white heads waving, swan-like, in the breeze.