Swan From A River Walked

Swan from a river walked, on
one broken foot,
tried,
to reach the river bank
climbed,
up, but struggled to find
a route,
a way,
a path, through
to the larger lake where there was
more space,
and more food,
where small boys don't throw
stones
at big swans, and break
their wings,
where grown men don't leave
fishing line, to wrap around
swans feet,
somewhere I can meet
another swan,
and make a family?
I dream cygnets,
when the river freezes, and I
am so cold, and my foot
hurts me, and I am
so alone, with my broken wing,
on the river,
in the dark, at night
with fox eyes watching me,
the devil in their eye,
and owls calling above me,
I try then, one more time,
to climb the bank,
with my broken foot,
but it is no use, I am chained,
destined to remain, here
in this river of sorrowful words,
alone,
with you.