by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Today we saw
black swans flying
close to the shore,
looking for open water.
We too look for open water
in our lives,
places that will
nourish and sustain us,
propel us through rocks and ice
that entangle us,
grab at our limbs
and minds, and bury us.
We yearn
for the boundless waters
of this vast lake
as glistening
black swans
yearn for spring’s
warming light.
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