The small birds scatter
murmuration shattered
in a cold sky
above the indifferent lake
and I watch them take their songs
and I wish that I belonged
to the air
to the space
to the stars
in another, separate curl
in this world’s fabric
so that I could see
what caused these small birds
to scatter so.
This one is beautiful and that last line brought me to the place you are standing. xo
Thank you my darling. Glad the poem brought you to me even if geography separates us for a few days. xoxo
Sometimes humans are like birds – they scattered for a reason and so do we. Nice one, Jen.
You’re right Ray. I think we were in one such murmuration. 🙂
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