Here as they swirl, the birds descry
a loop, that links the shore to sky
and in their flight across the sands,
echo the ropes, which roughened hands
have hauled in years gone by.
But more than this, their outspread wings,
twisting in flight, trace complex rings,
weave as they swoop, the greater whole,
the knot that binds, whose timeless role
links past with years to come.