Black Swan

Time moves too fast for me to ever figure out what's going on
I crack the window slightly and watch a descending black swan
Swoop on by the loudest street in town, at the thirtieth floor
It is so swift and beautiful that my eyes never ask what it's there for

Turning back to my desk I remember to call my daughter again
But the telephone rings pre-emptively and the papers flood in
The desk is a mess of life and the choices I couldn't help but make
When the clock hits five I haven't called or remembered the birthday cake

My wife yells at me on the phone as I pull into our slim, cracked driveway
Like I need this now because I care, but it was murder on the highway
She says my daughter cried but I don't believe a word she says at all
I wonder, for two seconds, how our love escaped its resounding call

The sky darkens up with low, pressing clouds, pouring rain on this town
I, along with most people, cross off plans as the rain pours down
In one quick argument and some scattered rest the whole day is gone
As I pour a second glass of scotch, I see the window framing the black swan