Poetry
Black Swan Moment with Daughter
You sailed into the room with newspapers,
asked about the asterisk I'd inked against the phrase,
A Black Swan Moment.
I waxed eloquent for a while;
how Australian discoverers
thought all swans were white,
till they found black swans in their new land.
You left the room,
brought back, from your laden bookcase,
a thick hardback, just published;
The Black Swan Moment.
You agreed it was an amazing theory,
knew the philosophy that
one moment can alter
our thoughts, attitudes, lives.
I remember the two year old you,
talking incessantly;
watch you turn now,
return your book to its shelf,
glide out of the room,
towards the rest of your life.
I'd long suspected you might fly.
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