From a distance We were just specks Meaningless “No account”
Quiet From where they stood.
Perspective Is a strange partner It’s message moving one Into dissonance
Our rhythm The organized explosion Exact Trained From untold centuries A single tip of the wing Moving the entirety
Blustered wind Roared past our feathered ear Thunder Created by the masses
It’s all a choreographed dance And we are perfect At its execution Sheer numbers call to predators And all other inhabitants “We are here, we are many And tonight, This is where we will sleep”
In 2011 I started making multiple exposure impressions that included the dreaded European Starling. They are hated because they are not indigenous and displace other songbirds. But to watch a murmuration is to witness nature at its finest. There is just nothing else like it.
Teleconference the specifics Meet with the folks that make the checks Review the schedule If we do this, We can erase the next eight months of our lives Are you ready for that?
Of course. Just let me re-crunch The numbers… Dollars with wings.
Hey, I woke up this morning Thinking about the thing. You know The thing That will keep us up at night?
Good. We’re on the same page. I hope you can run fast. This moving train isn’t going to wait for you. It’ll either wear you out Or cut you in half But you can’t go ’til I say go.
Such is the life in construction. “Be careful what you wish for, you just may get it.” When my work day is over…I’ll just mosey on down to the rusty buckwheat fields. Watch the bees and really learn something.