I look up and fly with them. I am
up there, swarming and swerving,
screaming in delight. I am part-air,
part-sea: wind and waves wash through
me. I am a traveler who comes home.
I am light and free.
...................................................................I am swift.
Matthew Friday, UK
4 comments:
So cool- and so timely!
Excellent. Where I am, there are swifts acting out the words just now!
Lovely and full of power.
To me, this airy feeling insinuates that I am a fog that can be swift and free to do as I please.
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