Let the common swifts fly
it doesn't mean that
Garbi* has to rise
this evening,
or that a storm is let loose
from the west.
Let the common swifts fly
it doesn't bother the wind.
Let the common swifts fly
it doesn't mean that they,
lay out the sun
behind the oaks
and they make with ferns
a cradle.
Let the common swifts fly
it doesn't bother the sun.
It doesn't matter
or
it matters a lot
that when the common swifts leave
the sun remains crying.
Let the common swifts fly
it doesn't mean that they
splash the sea
of men and rowboats
and silver-plate the back
of clear mirror.
Let the common swifts fly
it doesn't bother the sea.
Let the common swifts fly
it doesn't mean that
the sky must be embroidered
of glow worms
or that the moon is painted
a waxing crescent.
Let the common swifts fly
it doesn't bother the sky.
It doesn't matter
or
it matters a lot
that when the common swifts leave
the sky remains crying.
And after all of this
tell me
if the flight of this common swift
doesn't mean a thing.