Spring Victory

Sliver of a moon and a few white clouds
in a vast blue sky
In the warm sunlight, swallows returning
kiss the moon
in sweet loose formations
flowing onward together
in the diamond V of Springs arrival

How much space there is in the world!
My heart leaps,
after a bleak, anguished day,
with acrobatics at the water’s edge
Seagulls screech as
city dwellers, magnolia
blossoms, and all of life unfolds,
into unspoiled wholeness

I am the swallows
and the soft puffs of white,
the ageless blue,
the wisely patient trees and fragrant breeze
of tender flesh awakening

Vancouver, March 13, 2005