Friday, December 4, 2009

the swallows

I cycle at speed, and the swallows converge upon me.
A cloud of beating wings, soaring hearts.
They swoop and lead my wheel like dolphins at the prow of a ship.
They lead, and I follow, knowing the way is safe.
And I am transcendent with joy.


Bluenoser said...

I like this.


Dee said...

That poem has been written and re-written many times, as the swallows join me on my ride. It is not rare, but it is always joyous.