KINGFISHER ROOSTING-Jay Basu


KINGFISHER ROOSTING

I perch stilled

In the top of the woods

Above waters eddying away

My eyes focused like Arjuna’s

On the fish eye to shoot with the arrow

I am not in inaction,

Nor I’m in a falsifying dream

Eyes closed I rehearse my actions

Straight and simple for

A perfect kill to eat.

The convenience of my perch atop waters

The water’s buoyancy and the sun’s ray

Are of advantage to me

And the waters face upward to me

For my surveillance

On the rough bark

I sit unmoved with

My claws deadlocked

It took the whole of Creation

To shape up my foot,

My each pied feather

Now Creation is held in my foot

For a dive and dip into water

For my catch and kill,

In one lightning sweep.

I fly off, and

Swoop down

With the sun behind me to blind my catch

I kill where I please

In the aquatic realm

I’ve evolved to be a finished killler

There’s little of any sophistry in

My manner: a straight flight to waters

To boobtrap the target fish for my food

With the deadly strike and grip of my long bills.

I deal the allotted death only to those fishes

Destined to die for the sake of me to survive

On a straight path on my wings

I take on my preys, and with

A single jerk I deal death to

Them and send my kills

Down to please my appetite

With the flesh and bones apiece

No logic I resort to, to assert my right.

The sun shines from behind me

Air and water give me buoyancy

The woods above waters are my inspecting perch

If changes come the way I make my kills

And survive, since I began as the kingfisher

I will change accordingly to a perfect finish again

[ The poem is a tribute to the poetic vision and style of Ted Hughes in his famous poem HAWK ROOSTING. TED had been the British poet laureate from 1984 until his death in 1998. In London Magazine, January 1971, Ted said that in his poem, Hawk Roosting, “Actually what I had in mind was that in this hawk Nature was thinking. Simply Nature.” Readers may note intermittent tonal and verbal echoes of Ted’s poem, although there is a significant departure from Ted’s idea, particularly in the closing lines of this poem.]

®© Jay Basu 5 November 2024