I didn't let you go
when I stopped searching for you.
I just settled in,
watching loneliness
tint my feathers.
Stroking the water with my legs,
I comb your hair with my fingers,
tasting forage,
tasting you,
intoxicating.
In your absence
I decided you are part of this marsh.
When I whisper to the Cattails
I am telling you secrets
about other people's Cygnets,
and laughing at the way
bugs chatter in the mud.
You are beside me,
as I drift across our home
with hungry children.
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