Recurrence     


            
        The swifts are here at last -

              who sees them coming?

         They dive and cry -

              Who observes 

                  Or greets them,

      Who notes the seasons Shift?


       They dive and cry

               Against the sunset wall 

      Of my childhood - 

               Presagers  of time,

    Wing towards oblivion -

                Arch back again -

     Intersecting the present.