Nostalgia

Have you ever had the feeling

When you wake and hear the chirping

Of the swallows, by your window,

By your window, they all sit

You start walking down the pavement

Which you took when you were little

And remember seasons passing

Seasons passing, bit by bit

Or you read a little something

About people that you knew once

Names and selves that stayed in your head

In your head they do not fit

Nowadays, have you the feeling?

Do you wake and hear the chirping

Of the swallows by your window

By your window, do they sit?

-Jeanne Polochansky