I spin this story in my head about Siljan the Stork
Who is both here and there
As I walk towards the cape of Konjsko
Hoping for a trophy shot
Of the only European pelican
Naturally they don’t wait for me to come too close
And chirp – “Birdy!”
They wave to me from the distance instead:
Many regards from the Lake of Prespa
But I am neither Siljan nor a stork
I am neither here nor there
I am nowhere to be precise
I can neither swim or fly
None of the two
As I’m neither a rosy pelican nor an ordinary one
As un-nestled as I am
I’m trying to figure out what Frans Lanting
Tim Laman
Quinton and Nigge
And all those folks
Who take pictures of birds in flight
For National Geographic
Might do in a moment like this?
And how much salt they carry with them
To sprinkle on the birds’ tails?