Black swans

The swans black and free

swim next to me, moving

unhindered by the breeze or

the intrusion of humans

who would block their way.


Glide they do across the

shallow expanse of water

running back and forward

to the openness of the sea.


The swans paddle and move

with nowhere to go but here

in this alcove of gently swaying

water and banks of native grasses

that cover and conceal their deeds.