I Watch the Swallows Dive

With my eyes closed

through windows that are not

there on the low cinderblock building

and I think of when my time

for leaving comes and wonder

about a villa overlooking the Spanish coast,

where the rocks look like Greek islands

but the food is better,

near the French Riviera,

but still far enough away a million

dollars can buy a view like this.

The swallows cast shadows

on the trees reflected

on the far wall until I open

my eyes to the darkness,

and see they were birds

of prey all along.