Sometimes I feel like an Alpine Swift flying hundreds of miles. 

 

My feet never touching the ground. 

 

Wings weary but avoiding the challenges below.

 

Sleep flying or is it daydreaming?

 

In a sherbet, sunset sky.

 

My heart fluttering, trying to settle.

 

The world’s events testing my mettle.

 

Clouds ahead, clouds ahead, clouds ahead.

 

Duck and avoid or push right through?

 

Warm winds help me get to where I can clear my head.

 

And finally land safely too.