I turn to the empty space beside me and watch a form coalesce. A figure only I can see. Joggers and cyclists pass by and to them I am alone. I know I am anything but. He has the head and wings of a black ibis and the body of a man. Whether he is real or imaginary is of little concern. His form shimmers and shifts like vapour. He is welcome company, his words as wise as they are perceptive. He speaks to my heart. Perhaps he is my heart? I know that I know nothing with any certainty.
Image and excerpt from my forthcoming book Hawk Divine.