Mietzke's Holden Adventure

The swallows are dipping and gliding
blue white and grey in the sky
They swoop and flutter almost colliding
then drop like stones
only to catch themselves at the last minute
with quick wing bursts
rising skywards in twists and turns
defying gravity
They fly a silent flight
Their wings cutting through the air with such precision
Then each let out a cry
As if in ecstasy
They are not bound to the earth
but toy with the earthbound notion
landing momentarily
Springs call does not easily lend itself to stillness
The swallows can hardly help themselves
after a moments pause they glide forth
Breaking the earthly connection
To commune with the breeze
Living freedom in death defying feats
Flickering and fluttering
Pausing on the brink of chaos
Only to catch themselves
Then fly again