Every night at dusk
the swallows come.
They swoop and stall and dive
weaving in a random play,
their white bellies and forked tails flashing.

If I sit quietly,
they curiously buzz me
swinging out and swooping back into the fray
chirping their chewing chip, chip, chip call.
They never collide despite their speed.
Their chip, chip, chip like a sonar warning
“make way.”

They’re not organized like chimney swifts
or schooling fish or a swarm of bees
yet are somehow choreographed like a crazy quilt
in the softening light.

As dusk deepens,
they begin to disperse
flying higher and further afield.
Fewer and fewer their numbers
until they are gone,
gone back to their barn roosts
with bellies full of bugs.


About createthedawn

Dawn’s calling is for her poetry to “light the gloomy corners of the world.” She facilitates writing workshops both online and face-to-face and is a dynamic speaker on inspiration, innovation, change, and healing. Dawn believes in the power of poetry to process, to focus, to align, and to find our way to happiness and fulfillment. Thus, her business and her blog are called: create the dawn.
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