Starling
I long to be like a starling,
one of a flock,
no ego but that of the energy,
the collective sense of purpose,
a living wave of bone, flesh, and feather
effortlessly changing direction.
Who guides where they fly or
to which tree they will roost for a moment?
A communal mind as they are startled all at once
and take flight again.
I long to be like a starling,
one of the many
in harmony with the will and energy that is life itself.