Parable of the Swans

On a small lake off

the map of the world, two

swans lived. As swans,

they spent eighty percent of the day studying

themselves in the attentive water and

twenty percent ministering to the beloved

other. Thus

their fame as lovers stems

chiefly from narcissism, which leaves

so little leisure for

more general cruising. But

fate had other plans: after ten years, they hit

slimy water; whatever the filth was, it

clung to the male’s plumage, which turned

instantly gray; simultaneously,

the true purpose of his neck’s

flexible design revealed itself. So much

action on the flat lake, so much

he’s missed! Sooner or later in a long

life together, every couple encounters

some emergency like this, some

drama which results

in harm. This

occurs for a reason: to test

love and to demand

fresh articulation of its complex terms.

So it came to light that the male and female

flew under different banners: whereas

the male believed that love

was what one felt in one’s heart

the female believed

love was what one did. But this is not

a little story about the male’s

inherent corruption, using as evidence the swan’s

sleazy definition of purity. It is

a story of guile and innocence. For ten years

the female studied the male; she dallied

when he slept or when he was

conveniently absorbed in the water,

while the spontaneous male

acted casually, on

the whim of the moment. On the muddy water

they bickered awhile, in the fading light,

until the bickering grew

slowly abstract, becoming

part of their song

after a little longer.