facet me

I place my chair

under the path where 

the swallows fly.

Daily they triangulate

from maple tree to

telephone wire to

chimney top - 

ancestral home of the violet-backed clan -

and I sit under them

an eager pupil,


while they facet the sky,

their crystalline passage,

the fluid legato 

of their dare.

Suppose this is the heart of prayer:

Facet me;

a quick cut to the bone.

Make me




a swoop and then a dive

through troubled air.