What makes a scattered flock of birds,
Arrest their frenzied flight?
Who says, “Convene!” and then who flings
Them back across the sky?
What makes us pause, stock-still in awe
To watch this grand refrain?
Connect, retreat, and then repeat.
What makes us do the same?
Perhaps, like flocks, we’re held aloft
By others, striving near.
Perhaps shared space gives us the grace
To face our private fears.
Togetherness, it strengthens us
For heights best scaled alone.
‘Til gathered in at day’s dark end
We rest as one, as known.
