As I stood by the canal
I saw my first swallow this year
I was grounded
Unable to move
Watching the swift
Winging its way into poetry
Renewing the familiar
Dipping into the still water
Creating a multitude of circles
Passing McCormack’s field
The horses at Abbey Bridge
And the daffodils
That stretches along the water
An awesome sight
Straight from Egypt
Chanting summer