All that had been steady, settled-in around,
comes suddenly rushing
The hundreds of birds in the canopy
react as one spontaneous response
to startling
The indescribable things underfoot thunder by
as a single heterogeneous herd
I brace and move against this flow,
and strangely, never am touched,
sadly
I advance to the source
of impetus
At the edge
It’s not hard to step
off the edge
The sign says
no backtrack from here
If this were real life
I would fly
© Chagall 2014
