a small murmuration in the distant sky
toyed with my aging vision as it pulled
left, right, up, down, in and out, behind, between,
clouds causing me to blink
incessantly. was i imagining
this? was it a floater? a ghost?
yes, yes — to all of it.
i stayed,
it drew closer,
confirming its existence
until a moment of distraction
and it was all
gone.
2020 was its own kind of unique, collective, bifurcated murmuration. I wish for all of us to feel the peace, love and sense of belonging we need, as a new year flies new time, into the space of our humanity.