I live right on the ocean
where many birds fly pass.
A swift one caught my attention
at first I did not know why.
I thought I could recognize
that it seemed to be at home.
As it dove past my shoulder
I caught more than a glimpse.
It was the Sweet Bird of Youth
and I realized that knew.
It continued flying to and fro.
It did not seem to leave.
A course was taken toward the sea but never far from me.
I know this bird. It’s been a friend.
Why does it fly so fast? I wonder where it goes?
It only moves where it is going.
I only know where it has been.
Sweet Bird of Youth!
You’re here today and gone in a moment.
I Live Now and In That Moment!
Each Day as I Get Old.