Day 159

June 8, 2022

Happy Birthday Ian and Kelley

Did you hope to fly like a swallow?

Lying in the grass

staring up at the sky

watching the swallows

swoop and soar and seem clear

in their own direction

their own purpose

smooth, sleek and centered.

Unlike the heron who has an

oddly shaped body,

long legs dangling,

long beak pointing and

large wings having to flap

in quarters, like folding

large pieces of grey denim.

I wished to be the swallow

but related to the heron.

Life is more complicated

than the swoop along the surface

the narrow turn,

the silent glide.

Life contains more folds and bends

labor and intention. Life has lanky 

legs jutted forward

whole wings spread backwards,

allowing the body to stop.

I am getting glimpses of

souls walking near me.

I am hearing the silence

of moving ghosts.  I don't

feel the need to join them on

their plain, but am happy

to know they are there.