By a Pond
A swan took flight on rustling wings.
The setting sun reflects upon a pond.
Hear the evening silence widening.
I sense the slow beat of my
heart, and there’s a sudden quiet
present, spreading everywhere.
The swan is gone. I ponder on my
lingering, earthly existence
slowly drawing to a close, yet here I am.
What’s keeping me here? This lonely
heart? Its persistence? My passion?
Swan, where then did you go?
A man stood up, turned around, left.
Far from here, in the bustle of cities, he
recalls how hope rose high one noon;
how a far silence overwhelmed him;
how a shadow slanted past his face,
and his future swiftly winged away.