I was 43 before I saw swans in flight
I was born
raised
I loved
was loved
am loved
I carried life
in my swollen belly
in my grateful arms
I saw my parents face time
with grace
and without grace
I have painted seashells
stood my ground
danced terribly
fought and won
and lost
but
I was 43 before I saw swans in flight
owning the concrete sky
as if it were nothing