the white swan

this white swan
gliding across
the winter pond alone,
hardly a ripple
on the watery glass,
stretching her wings,
her elegant neck as she paddles
back and forth,
going nowhere
that you can see.
you could watch
and be with the likes
of her beauty all day,
some days.
but in the end
it's not enough
for what you need,
though for now this swan
will do.