Swift Action – G. Louis Heath

Singular evening sound, swifts skim the lake
In winged susurration, feathers alarm. Twilight

Holds breath, draws long sigh. They turn to the
Shadows, where eyes dilate in terror at dipping

Day of magenta, soft amber, couriers of inky
Dark, stony oppression. They will be taken for

for what they are, for they are what they must.
Their hearts leap sideways at the swifts beating

The hour, the winged breath of lake and bird.
Clarion call of nature in the eternal sky cries

now or oblivion, to the far side of lake, forever.
They must cross the lake now to be what they will.

Gary Louis HeathLouis Heath, Ph.D., Berkeley, 1969, is Emeritus Professor, Ashford University. Clinton, Iowa. He enjoys reading his poems at open mics. He often hikes along the Mississippi River, stopping to work on a poem he pulls from his back pocket, weather permitting. His books include Leaves of MapleLong Dark River CasinoRedbird Prof: Poems Of A Normal U.