A poem about a swallow...just because...

Also about searching for rest.

The Swallow’s Flight

She dips,

wings quiver,

eyes search

for shelter,

a dwelling place.

She twists,

looks back and forth;

back to once,

forth to unknown,

but she does not see now.

She dives,

frantic needs

build and squirm,

manifest

into pulsating panic.

She falls,

spirals down

down down,

lands in open hands.

At last

she lays.