Swallow

The swallows are gathering on the telephone lines. Soon they will be gone and again I will miss them.....are they heading home(?)

Swallow,

You time is nearing.
Long it seems now when
Abandoned by Spring,
You gave your fortune

As a talisman to be venerated

Searching each sunset.
(Refraction - reflection
The wane, fading light)
Reaching into where
Memory and thought
(With no rhyme or reason)
steers your flight.

Attending to a wasting year.

And now forgotten,
Secretly abscond,
Leaving unnoticed.
Evaporating
Into the cold night.

Rarified - an evanescence.

And for so long now
Before you were born,
(And it is not clear why)
your eye has always been
to other horizons.

But trouble hides behind the darkening skies.

Western winds scatter
Your guarded adornments.
So closely clasped
In a swirl, they disperse

You have always had a sense of the wind.

As nascent wings stir
The doubt and turmoil,
Crashing like a storm,
Breaks unseen anchors.

Umbilically unclasped - Cast now to the air,

Closing in, unseen
Dark shades admonish
Awe and restlessness
Slivers and pervades.

And as you look back,

Each memory foreshortened, abridged, distorted,

And though you abhor captivity, you still ask;

"Soon, will I find home"?