Welcome Swallows Darwin, NT, Australia
There’s swallows swarming high in Darwin’s sky,
beyond the canvas sail beside the pool.
I only just discern them if I try,
they teem so deeply into the godlike blue.
Their wings weave fleeting, supple arcs,
graceful, quick, each swerving sketch and swoop––
as maestros might caress the pulse of Bach
or gymnasts coax long ribbons into loops.
Purer though, these fractal blooms of flight,
without the halting weight of human plan,
and only press of wind and speed and light
to guide their gliding nuance and deft scan.
I wish this pool were that blue god’s daughter
and my strokes curving so sweetly through the water.