Swan song

Swans fly overhead singing goodbye
to we walkers of the earth. You point
to them in formation, you tell me
you are not you. [You are the air the swans
walk on]alt as they journey like pilgrims
to a temple in the south. A curtain
there separates me from you, swans
from the air they fly through. I say
that you are no longer the temple,
that you have been through fire
and are now less than ash. You are
a mirror of me, the air without a swan.
Together, we are each other. You
and I have both nothing and everything
at once. We own the world and nothing in it.