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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