ON A SUMMER DAY IN THE FALKLANDS

Blissful sun-warmth

Blends with distant Arctic breezes

At the cliff edge.

In another season, quiet

Reigns here where pastures slide

Downward to the sea.

But today, all is fussy noise

As cormorants and penguins speak

Walking over each other to claim a nest

All along the cliff edge as far as eye can see

Bird heads bob and bodies wriggle

Each intent on the security of an egg nest.

They pay no attention to the humans here

Except to watch that we stay distant

While the sky wraps all of us in its blue.