The gathering swans

            Twisted knot (do not)

            hold me captive

            in these bones

            now tethered

            too loose skin

                  i join my reflection

                  in passing

                  a gradual fading

                    of moments

                      as smiles

                       sink

            in the changing light

            of acceptance

                  that gathers

                  in the silent poverty

                  of empty rooms

            littered with the scars of movement

            long past

                   the echo

                      haunts

                      the gathering swans

                      at the rivers edge

        Robert Hnasko