East Head

East Head, Chichester Channel. Mid March.

A lark
Above the dunes, 
a torrent of notes on the seaward wind.

I squint and scan
through film of tears,
but he is small,
high, and
the blue sky is empty,
huge.

Wait, there he comes falling
down, to grass --
his spot.

And up the dunes
his neighbor
rises to perform,
hungry and full of song 

JWW 3/14/16