Swans

No wildness here. Fountain, nest-box, feeder—
the pond itself—all man-made. We walk across
the hospital car park, half-empty in summer evening
with its surround of tame plantings, neat
golden daylily mounds, cerise scentless roses
bricks, benches, sidewalk. We can still see the highway
stoplights in their cycles, but ignore the traffic
all faceless humanity; we are only this family of three
and we have come for the swans. We pause
at the prescribed seat, admire them at a distance
with their attendant ducks. Our girl tugs us onward
and the male now sails his wings, drifting close
stern-eyed, closer still, huge and real and fearsome
but here are the young with their mother, pearl-gray
slight, arching their necks, sipping the water
learning majesty, teaching joy in small doses

 

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34 thoughts on “Swans

  1. I, too, love that last line. “learning majesty, teaching joy in small doses” Wonderful! I was really enjoying the shift from the concrete/hospital to cars, to your family, to the male and then to the female and the babies – that progression makes them all the more delicate. But that last line ties it all together beautifully and pulls it deeper.

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