from a work in progress: “process, not a journey” (23)

starlings turn a double-helix into themselves

their poetry drifts through dark clouds

–

I murmur my admiration

still stunned after years

of seeing them dance

like calligraphy through silent air

–

what’s written into our veins

century by century

flows darkly

in a continuous reel

beneath these stars

(February 2, 2020)