The Birds

There was an ebb and flow
to the flight of birds overhead
dark shapes against an azure sky
creating patterns
once, an unmistakeable
string of diamond shapes
formed by flapping bodies
flowing first this way,
then that.......
changing again.......
some of them flying left
others flying to the right
then seemingly forming
a constellation pattern
nearly making
the Big Dipper...
then another shape
moving so gracefully
so in sync
so sensually
as though nothing else
in the world
even existed........


Copyright 2004 by Phyllis Johnson.
All rights reserved.
Reproduced by Poetry 360 with permission of the author.