they flow on silent wings
against a cotton candy sky
a silence i once envied
before i learned to fly
©M.G. Iannucci 2018
There are about 10,000 crows that make a diurnal migration over my house. They fly silently overhead – west in the morning and east in the evening. Part of the year they are solitary, though when the harshness of winter comes they become communal, roosting in the trees by the thousands.
Do humans need to wait until catastrophic conditions occur before we flock together? No, we don’t. We are part of one global human community, one body. We just need to wake to see it. The inner and the outer are one.
Photo: (Mine) Waiting for crows in the morning.