The swallow

The self same swallow I write about getting stuck in my house and being released

Not two meters from my gaze

I drank her in

The sight of her regal blue back

Her tawny brown head

Twisting her head this way

That way

Up

Down

Almost full

Circle

And then the yawn

Oh the pretty mouth!

Wide and white

Oh her glory!

Spread out as a

Feast for my soul

Beautiful majesty

Celestial movement

All graced upon me

Sitting quietly

Not a move

In my chair

Beholding her is

Like beholding you

I always hold my breath.