Equinox

Kestrel stretches wings

mile high spins: sky open, empty

contrails fading into light

Swallow’s murmurate on

telegraph wire counting

fledglings checking route maps;

heading south to sunshine.

We the ones they leave

behind, shorter nights

earth twirls unending.

Rain came while I slept

tidal wave down drain pipe

silencing the dawn chorus.

Light has morphed from

gold to grey another summer

runs from us.

We are old / new: old/ new:

changeable like the weather

low pressure presses, hearts  quake.

Trees moan & sway

their constant flow

makes my head ache,

& I’ve slept a million lives

through endless seas;

searched for you as you

have me, walked a lifetime

in these shoes

with nothing solid

underneath

yet gravity binds us.