Where the hermit thrush sings

And a swan sails on diamond tipped wings

Where the river flows, ancient and strong

Deep currents lying beneath waters calm

The thrush is the hermit, alone and wise

His song meditation serenading the sky

The swan is the maiden, elegant and pure

Mateless and trusting, her destination sure

The river is time – relentless, unceasing

Taking and giving, stealing and bringing

It has no need to pause for one bird’s song

Murmuring, move along now, just move along

And who am I, poised on this ledge?

I am the poet by the water’s edge

And all of us are alone.