The yellow eyes of a blue-footed booby
are open as it dives, to observe
its own plume of ocean with the descent
of a community upon a shoal,
to return to nests of black lava,
to choose which sibling will survive.
Still, a mother turns to the sun,
as if it was the face of hope against
the disappearance of an island.
The struggle for life is a plastic flow
churned below the lithosphere -
the movement of mantle, flux;
vents that rupture. It reminds me
that everything is broken, and we are
all Darwin's creatures in essence,
yet there is this faith we cling to -
perhaps the most human of fault lines -
and trust enough to love again,
to dance for it, blue-footed,
even upon a fired earth.
Image is from here: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Blue-footed_Booby_(4885194032).jpg
Plus, if you have time and haven't seen it before, please watch them dance.
Also their chicks are almost as adorable as albatross chicks: