A murmuration swoops, curls
blackly against creeping dusk
seen silently from the window.
I imagine the camaraderie in furious wings
the machinations of large populations
where all are bound in keeping an even distance
and rarely stare a neighbour in the eye.
I don’t deny the beauty of it, the collective mind in flight
but all this is from where I stand, and
not the birds-eye view of
small town minds where small good mornings
and bare civilities keep us comfortably apart.