The Black Swan (03 May 2010)
You are a different beast.
A belly full of dead fish
and the Corrib is rushing on a warm, breezy
day in Galway City.
‘Why are you black’
and pedestrians point stubby fingers,
shunned by sea birds and
forgotten by your own.
Still you float off to the side
and I see you and want you to notice,
perched on a rock, a deep dive
into a cold, existence of a life.
Bursting splash and a gasp,
dry air fills lungs to a brim –
and fly away,
alone, you are a different beast.