Heard the honking
Saw the familiar V
A flock of geese
Flying overhead it
Transported me
A child laying in bed
Early moments of a grey dawn
Hearing the geese
Calling to each other
The comfort, the wonder
Where were they going?
Watching them, their
Familiar formation
Easy switch offs
Later my mother explaining
Me, the child absorbing
Year after year, experiencing
The same moment
Finding peace in regularity
Recognizing
With a warm joy
Filling my heart
Kinship with the younger me
How many flights
How many moments of wonder?
Murmurations of starlings
Awestruck my eyes locked to
Serpentine dances across the sky
Beauty and community
Capturing my thoughts
The privilege of being part
Of the audience
For such grand displays
Flash forward, laying in my bed
On a Florida twilight
The smell of jasmine
The call of whippoorwills
Contentment enveloping me
Babies sleeping in their beds
Husband warm beside me
The world and its rhythms
Again, linking souls with mine
Time skips to
Ohio predawn spring
Nesting birdsongs
I listen from my quiet house
So satisfied to be a part of this world
And in the now
Which shall become my past
Exultation as the starlings landed in my trees!
A thousand included me in the midst of their conversation!
Though time flies like the birds
The husband has passed and the children grown
The memories of the moments live
The birds still call to each other
And I still connect
With them and
To all of the ages of me
Who have thrilled
In this rapport
We still do
We will
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