Perhaps the moment has come.
I raise my head,
and the sky stretches endlessly—
their gestures, their voices
summon me.
With a ****** from the earth,
I rise into flight,
toward my homeland,
toward my longing,
toward the flock that waits for me.
They move in such beauty,
their feathers shining,
pure as snow,
carving grace through the air.
I enter among them—
signals encircle me,
my companions of long desire,
my long-awaited kin.
Hello.
With these swans of radiance,
I am one at last,
our wings beating as a single breath.
The sky is blue,
the heavens clear,
and we—
we are only beauty.