SWALLOWS
Flying home
To the sun’s yellow light
To feel it’s easing warmth
To hear again the Spanish voices,
And savour lilts of the language
Remembered.
To bath in the sea
And not feel a chill,
Or the need to cover up quickly.
To feel the warm air
on my legs and on my body.
And watch my skin turn soft brown.
To sit and feel calm
In a pavement café.
Flying home to feel free.
The light slowly fades as the plane flies south
Above fluffy candyfloss clouds.
I watch the sun setting in a pink soft light
And all too soon there is darkness.
The horizon a line between
Blue and red.
Flying home
Amidst fears of many ills.
It’s been so long
The chance is worth the taking.
Bypass the global shutdown
With courage and with care.
Flying home
To the cold and the mist and the grey.
To dreigh wet days and long dark nights
To coorie doon to hibernate ,
And wait for the swallows return.
And in the rain drenched streets
Between the umberellas
Street lamps reflect in puddles of
Yellow light
But this one holds no warmth.
Lg October 2022