The far eastern region of my orb
too far to see or hear
beyond the window of my despair
a faint fluttering there.

The singular force of their flight
reached inside and summoned me
and without a will to see
I turned to the right.

From fathoms deep in sky
a great black wave
a translucent veil gave
its self to me.

From one eternal instant joined
I swooped and cut thin arcs
in gusts and boiling wind
born from raging buildings.

I was dizzy from the dance
enfolded in weightless trance
lifted up with infinite grace
into their frothy space.

This moment vanished me –
groundless, timorous and tiny –
but in this altered state
in their universe I was free.

Back to my office chair
in cool florescent light
I'll not forget that sweet flight
to the place where life is air…

08/03/2006

Author's Note: I wrote this years ago, perhaps posted it on poesie.com when it was still going. I found it in an old notebook and remembered that moment in my downtown office when out of the corner of my eye I saw a great flock of birds flying west. I like this poem and wanted to share it with you.

Posted on 08/03/2006
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