The Sunday Whirl, http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2011/10/09/wordle-25/, Wordle #25, with the words rambunctious, admire, swallows, pond, ballroom, obsolete, hat-rack, fallow, crumb, bell, automobile, and garden, presented me with a wonderful challenge. As I try to delve deeper into meaning and emotion, I’m hoping for some feedback on this one.
THE MISSING PIECE
by Mike Patrick
Every spring since our marriage,
our two swallows returned.
Prompt and dependable, she would appear,
first on the wire between the house and the barn,
then on that hat-rack looking, dwarf maple tree.
He would dart in and out of the old barn,
checking around the obsolete hay rake
and Dad’s antique automobile parked in the dusty stalls.
Then he would flit up to their nest in the loft.
There was something permanent about it,
a mud cup, safely wedded to the roof joist,
beyond the reach of anything that could separate them.
All spring and summer they labored, loved and played.
How you admired their swift dip and soar as they would
glide above the fallow garden,
skim the pond;
and snag insects out of mid-air
in a graceful ballroom dance.
Their joyous warble filling our ears as the sun set.
The perfect couple.
So tenderly they cared for each other and their babies.
The offspring were so cutely rambunctious,
fighting for every crumb, wrestling around,
threatening to push each other out of the nest,
but they persevered—at least until the fall.
As the weather cooled,
perhaps they needed to see new sights,
or hear the Capistrano bells.
Something pulled them away from their home,
but they always found their way back in spring.
They did this year.
I wish you could have seen them with me.