The swan of midnight blue
Circles about the lake.
An octagon, an orb of deep ribbon;
She is inside herself as a death, medieval
In a splendor unrefined. Wilderness
Comes forth through her movement like a
Blossom birthed from moonrise.
She is the master of
Undoing, hasten to unravel
All that is woven so to tangle herself
In starshine, slippery elm, white
Willow in a kiss.
Gifted in evasion, she dives as a
Stone, to reach depths
No living thing could. She swallows
Darkness, and becomes a ring,
Of nothing more or less
First published on Poet’s Corner April 19, 2016