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.
15/6/2021