Did you too follow its gaze as it glided across the darkened river at dusk?
Did you see it at dawn, soaring into the dazed waft of air—
A pearl, radiant in its delicate shell,
A unique blend of chiffon and satin as it magically fades
below its resting wings; a bouquet of daisies, a palace of snow,
grazing the gale with its black-like beak?
Did you hear it, tootling and trilling
A deep luminous melody—like the rain tinkling the trees—like a drizzle
sparkling the atmosphere?
And did you appreceate it, finally, just under the heavens—
An ivory hush fluttering across the sky, its paddles
like shadowy trotters, its wings like the lengthening beam of the brooklet?
And did you endure it, in your heart, how it relates to all things?
And have you too forever figured out what elegance is for?
And have you sculpted your essence?
