26 March – Caught up

I’m on the tops
when the starlings drop
and at last I am in a murmuration.
Totally surrounded.
Utterly dumbfounded;
left bereft of any real explanation
for the rush of thrill
that I half-feel still
at the memory of full-flock storm
twisting and turning,
as they answered my yearning,
to be caught up in their shifting, swirling swarm.

26 March - Caught up