Friday, 7 May 2010

Every time I see Swifts by Matthew Friday

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:

Elizabeth Rimmer said...

So cool- and so timely!

Gordon Mason said...

Excellent. Where I am, there are swifts acting out the words just now!

Karen said...

Lovely and full of power.

Quackster said...

To me, this airy feeling insinuates that I am a fog that can be swift and free to do as I please.