Sometimes it takes a thousand starlings
splashing in your backyard birdbath
to startle you awake
Everywhere you look
starlings fill your vision,
the fence tops
the telephone lines
the roof
the trees
plastered with starlings
waiting their turn
five at a time splashing
a fountain
until all at once
lifting into the sky
as one body
shape shifting
with the whimsy
of a mystical artist
creating beauty out of the blue
Junction of Beauty and Love 