Tern
I turn a page and a bird dives.
The bay is blue and nameless.
It comes up, rows air.
I turn a page and a bird dives.
I lose count of the pages
And the diving bird and the bay
—Blue and nameless.
I turn a page and a bird dives,
It comes up, rows air.
The bay is blue and nameless.
About this poem
This poem, representing Fiji, is part of The Written World – our collaboration with BBC radio to broadcast a poem from every single nation competing in London 2012.
