The New Light
Swan
Step off; see what happens.
Step off into the air
and wait for murky water
to catch you and slow you down.
Yes, step off and say your final prayer,
and feel the surrender flow through your veins
and the wind blow tightly against your face,
and let your long dark hair jet back. . . jet back
into the night and through the dawn,
and give in to the new light: pink, orange, and purple.
I'll be there,
and we'll fly out over the mountainscape together.
