Genesis
How swiftly you came
with the late spring rain
like the swallow lithe and quick
flew within these walls of brick
that glowed dust-red and bone
by grace, from place unknown.
For a fleeting moment
I longed to trap that swallow
pin her against the glass
feel the flutter of her heart
beating until eternity –
to see her beauty close at hand.
But her beauty lies in this:
to be free
a destiny unknown
free of me.
With sticks and string
she weaved a delicate structure
among the rafters
where my spirit would soar.
And now the darkness quicksens
you leave once more
in faith that I
will one day fly.
So know that you will be
my sacred memory.
June 10, 1998
Great sonic work in this poem!
Readable, readable, readable.
The swallow in the house, making her nest in the rafters.
Your comm-union complete.