“The sudden spasm of wings”

Here, too, the air fills more often now with the sudden
spasm of wings— pausing at the junction for the light

to change, you wonder about metaphors,
about how starlings wheel in unison: at first,

a ribbon wound round and round the milky
breasts of hills, and then no more

than a tiny constellation stippling the sky;
how everything’s feathered by the rhythm

of its own wind, rising and falling
even after the gears have turned.

Luisa A. Igloria
12.23.2010

In response to today’s Morning Porch entry.

One Reply to ““The sudden spasm of wings””

  1. The world is always more than metaphor, isn’t it? Flock coordination is one of those wonders of nature that scientists will probably never agree on an explanation for — which is fine with me.

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