Two Birds
A poem about flying free
They flew with majestic
unison against the clouds
breaking just over the
horizon.
As one leads, the other
trailing a distance away,
not far enough to break
the pattern.
At times, one flies over
the other as if to say,
“Catch me if you can.”
At times, one shifts its
weight to anchor the
other sideways.
There’s never a surprise
in the natural progression
of speed and pattern that
grows like cobwebs to
cover the sky.
In the randomness is
the coordination of
a pair of solo artists joined
by their common goal.
