Morning Reverie With Four Swans Poem by Anthony Dalby

to look out and see
the rose light finger the horizon
and prise liquid shadows from the land,
turquoise sea taste the contours of your form

and sense the swans swim
in flight between the two
soft and still as golden dust
sifting in the silent light

to know them in the silken
shine falling to the kettle
the golden tones as the tea tastes
the hard white bite of the porcelain

then hold it to the inner earth
and feel the swim and grow and glide
burst and crack the crucible
and become the looking glass

and when they turn and stare
to catch the glimmer
the fire in the hearth
may they feel the kick inside

and know the sense is in your glance
the curl of the cocoon round your form
in the turn of your scapula
and the fingers touch

and see the veil shift....