Kingfisher

I saw a Kingfisher recently. Such a small bird, one forgets how small, so fast and bright, it’s blueness lit a grey day.

Kingfisher 

Pulse of whirring light,
this iridescent arrow, cobalt
shot, straight and low,
no sooner here than gone,
hardly seen,
but seen enough,
impossible enough
to fix in the memory,
for each remembering 
to be exact, sharp enough 
to cut air