sky a deepening blue;
treetops wreathed in morning sun,
and just enough breeze to ripple
the grass and nod the yellow tulips.
Above me swallows slice the air.
Short dark arrows, they never miss,
their flight too swift for error.
I bet they fly faster, farther,
on a day like this,
the way dogs on a beach,
will break into a run,
or cats on warm sidewalks
will stretch their full length,
surrender their bodies
to the splendor of heat.
How much have I missed
in the hurry of my life?
Bring me back
with fur or feathers,
let me claim
all that is mine.