The flock
01.03.08 (8:13 am) [edit] |  |
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The flock
They appeared high up above my moving car
the flock of birds, perhaps starlings,
I am not sure,
a large congregation moving in unison,
this way and that
then splitting becoming two
each doing their own dance
graceful in its form
so beautiful to watch,
I stopped breathing for a time
so caught up was I.
Then the two again became one
flying into one another,
then again another creation of moving form
danced before me.
I can’t think of anything that moves more
than watch this kind of living art
transforming for a moment the sky
and the entrancing my soul,
heart,
and mind.