Is there hope?
What a Black Swan and her egg stirred in me down under...
A few people now are often asking me if there is an image from my pilgrimage down under that is lodged in my heart.
Yes, there is, I reply.
It’s the black swan brooding on her sole egg in the midst of a national forest in a remote part ofAustralia. On a hike that day, I came upon her in a thicket of brush. She was alone—just her and the magnificent white, large egg. She was fierce in protecting that lone egg.
The more I looked at her and the egg and since that day I’ve thought of her often wondering if the life inside that amazing egg has survived. Is there a baby swan she is carrying for now? Has something happened to the egg? There was so much wild and crazy wild life happening around that pond on that particular day. I saw a platypus as well. Do they like eggs?
The more I think about the black swan and the egg, the more I felt myself brooding over this poem. Here’s the actual picture of the swan I took on my hike. Her nest with the egg is about five feet behind her, in the thicket of scrub brush and grass.
See what you think and what stirs in you as you read my poem.
Stephen
