
One, two, three
I see
Flapping their wings
Symmetrically
A unified formation,
Heading towards
Their destination
Bound together
One and all
Whether
Close
Or, rather
Afar
Alas, their
Connection lasts
Through an affiliation,
An unseen web
Of great prostration
To that which is unseen
Yet can be felt
So definitely
A harmony felt
In flight, yes,
And
Everywhere else
A connection true
As
Their collective sense
Of direction
Blew
Away in the wind
Wings outstretched in kind
Tips almost touch
In midair
What a fantastical affair
A flight
Without fanfare
Only ever that which is there
The one, two, three,
Balancing themselves
As they fly through the air
In response to WDYS #59 from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.