Okavango Delta, by Louise McGowan

The channel was clear amber in near-dusk.
I saw a kingfisher alight, black
and white, on a papyrus stalk.

And as the kingfisher darted, a soft spray
of pale pollen floated down. I was
hushed then. And heard

the bird chitter. As darkness came, rowing,
the channel was a blue-black
slash in autumn night.