are you going to age with grace
like a murmuration of starlings
i'm flying without wings
after marvelling at this wonderful ballet in the sky
how can those birds dance in flocks
so gracefully,so swiftly
"the strangeness of watching a well-choreographed event that you know isn't choreographed"
have you ever crossed this strangeness?
the feeling of how insignificant we are to it
yet how deeply connected we are to this strangeness