In the back yard we stood in the twilight and watched
thousands of birds flying south.
We wondered if anyone knew who they were,
and we wondered how they knew where to go, whether
we’d ever have any sense of where
we were or were going. Of course we were just children.
In the house, our parents were turning on lights
and walking around with purpose, talking
loudly about things we couldn’t understand,
things they would shush when we walked into the room.
We could see their shapes though the living room window
as we stood there, looking up into the sky
at those thousands and thousands of small lives, flying
somewhere, yelping and singing to each other
as they flew. And when it was too dark to see
we turned and went inside for dinner.
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