across the sky,
the sky full of feathers—
just playing
I am always amazed at the precision of birds—flying in tight formation, turning, twisting, swooping, sailing along all together, as one big ocean wave in the sky and I always say to myself—how do they do that?!! On this windy day in March, as I was out walking, holding onto my hat, I looked up and saw the sky filled with birds, just playing with the wind. I thought of John Lennon’s song, “Free As a Bird.”
