Murmurings
Communal to a fault,
starlings flock to the same updraft,
swoon like a black silk scarf
until the impression collectively shifts,
dives suddenly toward the earth,
that table where untangling what one bird
wants from what the murmuration requires
is weighed, pushed back up into the sky,
still dark with ten thousand other birds
weightlessly deciding.
1 comments:
I'll say communal to a fault -- imagine balancing your needs against 10,000 others deciding.
That "weightlessly" is stunning there, and the whole concrete poemness of it is fun, too ...
and the title! of course.
untangling what one bird wants. imagine that our lives were this way, i loved every line, every word, a stunning one.
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