swifts in the sky
my head in the sky too
when we lived on the top floor

I can still hear the swifts shriek
they teach precision
folding little bodies
into roosting boxes
swiftly after a speedy flight

they teach bravery
plunging out of boxes
knowing that their wings will catch them
swiftly for another hunt

let us be like swifts
plunging into the day
trust that by being ourselves
we can do dazzling things