Published on: 10/9/2009
Driving to Work

Driving to work
I go the same way
Every day
the same

Down the torn up street
Over the usual bumps
Past the orange signs and
Brown men in hard hats

In line at the light
The long line by the river
Waiting for my turn
Across the bridge

Today my turn came
As it always does
But today was not the same
Today, the swans flew overhead

Great white dignitaries
A slow expanse of wings
So painstakingly beautiful
I paused mid flight to admire theirs