Murmuration {a poem}

Hundreds of bodies in flight,
small dark torpedos
whooshing through the spaces

between branches, breathtaking,
beautiful in their swift surprise rise
as if from thin air,

their iridescent darkness
transforming for a few minutes
what had been unremarkable,

charging the sleeping woods
with urgent movement,
the many now one,

and the One, now come
with a prescient message:
look up from the dishes,

call your loved one to your side,
take the time to marvel,
and – most importantly –
don't hide.