Swallows of the Sky
in the Summer around the lake the clouds
in the throat don’t feel so dense
it’s possible to stomach what life there is
laying out on the pebbled shore
with all the other naked humans
under a blanketing sun.
now I have windows over my eyes again, adjusting
the vista, as if it were ten years ago,
the horizon is in focus again, clear and flat,
as if it were fifteen years ago,
the swallows of the sky still flit around out
over the water climbing and dipping and diving,
as if it were a hundred or even a thousand years ago.
and although we are laying around different lakes,
we are both around lakes and that makes me feel close to you
and also makes me think about how you swallow me
whole sometimes
as If you were the vast sky and I was just the air
that filled you completely.