Gathering

flock of rounded songbirds fluttering against the lilac sky

become pixels that dance across the plane,

form-u-late, and swirl past

my subdued evening eyes

pulled up

and perusing across the orderly canopies,

whereby I try re-rasterizing cliques, filtering

And see those three floating dots, wee wrens

on the low sagging line-

they are people watching

while the one on the fence

sates himself to one side

where the beetles are bigger

And slower

in the sideways amber light that lays low

And even across the suburban grasses.

I am charmed by the snake that is swallowing its tail

in the blackberry bushes by the blushing day moon.

These two hands begin again. 



Image By D. Dibenski (images.fws.gov ([1])) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.