The swifts swoop and dive I see them and I think of you Because had we believed in reincarnation And why shouldn’t we? You would come back as a swift The perennial swift Part of a diasporic flock But independent mover Kinetic, relentlessly in the air Always working for the next… What? Impossible to capture A miracle in flight Borne on the wing, to the wing Yet helpless on the ground And then disappear one day As autumn’s coming on Leaving me To spend the diminishing daylights Without their soaring souls To lift us on the currents with them To lift our hearts, our spirits Oh! Please don’t go. Did you really have to go? (posted by Mimi, one year on)