I am 52 years old, and have spent
truly the better part
of my life out-of-doors
but yesterday I heard a new sound above my head
a rustling, ruffling quietness in the spring air
and when I turned my face upward
I saw a flock of blackbirds
rounding a curve I didn’t know was there
and the sound was simply all those wings,
all those feathers against air, against gravity
and such a beautiful winning:
the whole flock taking a long, wide turn
as if one body and one mind.
How do they do that?
If we lived only in human society
what a puny existence that would be
but instead we live and move and have our being
here, in this curving and soaring world
that is not our own
so that when mercy and tenderness triumph in our lives
and when, even more rarely, we unite and move together
toward a common good,
we can think to ourselves:
ah yes, this is how it’s meant to be.
love it!
ReplyDeleteone of my strange favorites about austin (and i guess texas) is the blackbirds that congregate at every major intersection around dusk...when driving past 6th and lamar i always roll down my windows to listen to the madness. it fascinates me!
AB, what kind of camera are you using? these came out beautifully...an old 35mm?
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that last one kicks ass.
ReplyDelete(my favorite blackbird poem: http://www.writing.upenn.edu/~afilreis/88/stevens-13ways.html)
I'm with Walker. The last one would be a sweet album cover!
ReplyDeleteReally enjoyed that ABs, thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI agree. The last photo is my fave :)
ReplyDeleteY'all are wonderful! I love comments!
ReplyDeleteTo Syd-- no! It was not a camera at all, but my iPhone. No joke. Though I am dying for a 35mm.
Very lovely, Anna Beth.
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