The Swarms

 

I tell ya, we could sure use those swallows to return to the Out There. The only thing thicker than the swarms of riders the past couple nights, have been the swarms of gnats. Believe it or not, and contrary to popular mythology, those little flying buggers are not my preferred mid-ride snack. Well, fortunately their time is relatively short, the period of their greatest annoyance, even without the swallows picking them off, will pass before long. Mouth closed and head down should do the trick in the meantime.

"Full pummelling fisticuffs

Stitch over stitch

In and out

Impercepibly kaleidoscopic Swirling from ear to ear

Sporadic

Thrumming mystical notes

Notes of whisper

Whisper in the ear

Now a bothered swish of clawing

Cleaving slipping fingers

Immalleable rolling universal ball..."

(from The Gnat Nebulae, T. Wignesan, 1957)