Updated: Dec 9, 2018
murmuring
starlings, murmuring
the chaos and noise
each individual
scree screeching
into a cacophony
swooping so fast
my eyes can barely catch
then suddenly
they're away
and take shape
softly, slowly
shifting
pointillism in motion
making beauty
each bird
given meaning
in the whole
each bird
needed
needed
leading and following
in a constant overturn
of community
and support
predator so big
looms outside
at least double
in size
to any one of them
but they
with frankness
just keep swooping
making and remaking
murmuring
people, murmuring
the chaos and noise
each individual
prea preaching
into a cacophony
changing so fast
my mind can barely catch
then suddenly
in a wider gaze
society takes shape
(and in this
stanza
you may imagine
a parallel
to the birds
sweet softness
but this is
a point of view
hard to achieve
as I, too
am one of the birds
scree preaching
in the flock)
predator so big
looms outside
hate and divides
seeking to isolate
one person at a time
will we,
like the birds,
remain together?
with frankness
swooping, sweeping
t o g e t h e r ?
making and remaking