The Swallow

The swallow flew in the unfolding sky
My dreams too soared with it, as high

Handful of ambitions and hopes mingled in harmony
The bouquet of my life held in the vase of destiny

The vase lay centered in the center table of my life
In four domestic walls that were my joy and pride

Worldly riches and amenities were plentiful, with
Understanding mate and progeny, oh so beautiful

Yet the bouquet veered towards the lighted window
Ambitions and hopes rearing heads in sheer bravado

Cannot there be two shining suns in the firmament I ask
Why suppress my creativity unfulfilled and merely bask

Is my destiny always to stay back and play second fiddle
Can I not also shine in tandem, cracking this life’s riddle

Place my vase near the lighted window and let the flowers breathe
Let bees and butterflies hover, manufacturing nectar to bequeath

Allow my fragrance to escape and burst forth in the air
Let blooms of my ambitions and hopes shine in life’s fair

Granted a single swallow does not a summer make
Yet it is the harbinger of good tidings to come, in its wake

The swallow flew in the unfolding sky
My dreams too soared with it, as high

Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them,
but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead.
Louisa May Alcott

 One swallow does not make a summer, but one skein of geese,
cleaving the murk of March thaw, is the Spring.-Aldo Leopold
The question that is so clearly in many potential parents minds: ”Why should we
stunt our ambitions and impoverish our lives in order to be insulted and
looked down upon in our old age?” -Joseph A. Schumpeter
1883-1950, Austrian-American Economist