I’ve been gifted a permanent Swan,
to be with me, to be of me,
to breathe in,
filling me,
changing me.
I dance him before the sun rises,
feathered wings filling my room.
I could have been given any animal
but it was Swan,
the Fathers guide,
the Fathers protector.
He arrived like a glowing cloak
placed over me,
settling in.
I finally learned how to receive him fully,
deeply,
he now rests in my core.
My spinning path leads to arching,
circling,
wings wrapping and opening,
lifting,
flight.
We become indistinguishable from one another,
I think that’s how it’s supposed to work,
Swan becoming my teacher of being.
Being in flight,
being at rest,
being as Father,
being as lover,
being as Cygnet.
Being as One.
