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 in 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,
free from halting weight of human plan,
with only press of wind and speed and light
to guide their gliding nuance and deft scan.
Were this small pool that blue god’s daughter
my strokes might curve so sweetly through the water.