They're off again

They’re off again.

It’s the end of September.

Looking out my window
I notice the swallows congregating
around the end of the building.
As they hover anenergy is palpable
as if in preparation for something big.

The news on the radio invades my attention.
It’s telling that Irish people are emigrating again.
The newspaper on the floor of my room tells of
the destruction of an immigrant camp in France by the police.
Another newspaper headlines brain drain from Ireland.

I look out the window again.
The swallows are gone.

Two crows sit on the roof peacefully surveying the scene.

It’s the end of September.
That’s the way it goes.

BG-September 2008.