Polished surface

As a swan,
Unaware of the mesmerizing purity of her wings,
I try to establish order

While I peacefully glide through
immovable water

The surface is like silk
What, with each paddle,
Makes me think

About the chaos
That arises from the deep
And touches my webbed, swan feet

Touches, then tickles
Just like a feather

Coming through that polished surface
Chaos starts to feel like heaven