Kenneth Madden

Sadness and Swifts

Sadness and Swifts

(Lines written on the bench behind St Augustines)

I leaned my back against the limestone
Hard and crumbling
As concept.

Then craned my head skyward to watch the swifts slice
Through
Boundless open Sky

A memory presently arising
Of how on this same bench
she draped her leg

Over mine
as I told her
Stories to make the dew glisten.

Now a sadness
So whole, deep
And boundless

No one to filter it
Push it, pull it, bury it, label it,
Understand it or know it.

Just sadness
Sadness and swifts
and this love, unconditional
Now This Boundless love.

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