From the corner of my eye

I saw a sudden surge of birds

launch in frenzied unison from the cemetery

bursting from their trees

in ecstatic but perfect formation.

 

As I went to the window

I saw a woman on the street, head cocked upwards,

following those same birds

entranced, as was I

by their movement.

 

The birds spun and darted

and rode shotgun to the wind

before fading behind my building and out of sight.

And for a few moments, I was connected to another in awe.