Talk about being out of your element

I don't think I shall ever see,
anything so strange as a duck in a tree.
At least not day...

Finding Your Element

This clumsy living that moves lumbering
as if in ropes through what is not done,
reminds us of the awkward way the swan walks.

And to die, which is the letting go
of the ground we stand on and cling to every day,
is like the swan, when he nervously lets himself down
into the water, which receives him gaily
and which flows joyfully under
and after him, wave after wave,
while the swan, unmoving and marvelously calm,
is pleased to be carried, each moment more fully grown,
more like a king, further and further on.

Rilke-Translated by Robert Bly

Curtain fall

Seven suns come and gone
Our sea flat as glass
Winds as light as a baby's breath
Seven hours to show time