The clock on the bedside showed 11:17 a.m. Coffee smelled good.
She remembered spilling it on him,
whilst her arms were clumsily waking up from his embrace.
So she smiled.
The two swans – still there, majestically showing off their grace.
“So fucking beautiful!” she whispered and then
“Good morning, swans!” and smiled again. Eyes closed.
Ondaatje was patiently waiting for her on the table.
Yet he knew they won’t meet until Monday evening,
as the plane would take off.
The shoes on the floor, dancing their way to the bed
with a sweet complicity,
like lovers who don’t know each other’s name.
Yet their hearts make music together.
He was smiling in his sleep. „He always does. He has no idea”, she thought.
Or do you, my darling?
She kissed his shoulder. “Ten more wings” he asked
and then caressed her hand. Eyes closed.
She slipped out of bed, his heart in hers.
He smiled back. His eyes – still dreaming.
And then it started to snow.
“Thank you for my 40 wings!”
“ Of course, my darling!”
And then he put his arms around her.
The swans were there no more. The sky was even closer.