At Sunrise

Just at sunrise

a brilliant white arc flashes

around the corner of the

Dutch hip of my home,

beaks black against the morning green sky.

Looking up I catch only the thrust of eight wings,

long necks wobbling with the beat.

Swans.

They’d not announced their approach,

only soundlessly curled toward the east

to light on still water and feed.

- by David Porter

David Porter lives in Jackson and teaches at Journeys School where he is the Upper School Curriculum Coordinator. David teaches students to have an empowered voice in writing and in speech.