River shimmering

as the flow and soft breeze make

fish scales of water.

I stand mesmerised,

as if I have never seen

anything like it,

as if I have just

come up with a new word for

a new thing: shimmer.

Fascinated, drawn,

like a baby’s gaze towards

a novel object.

Cormorants fishing:

a sinister gang of eight

blocking my exit.