Black dots of activity swirl in whirlpool intensity
In blissful radial symmetry
Swifts frantically prepare for night
Form phrase from flight
Birds in natural chaos
Order themselves in a flurry of spirals
Darting in clusters for their home
The gasping jaws of the cave hold safety
They weave between stalactite in glee
Oscillate like water breathtakingly
It is an urgent surge
The days last dance
Fork tailed swifts charge the last throws of light
Scatter in reds and freewheel on air
Where the river leaves the mouth of the cave
they muster with hypnotic energy
I know in that moment
Part of me is forever free and made for synchronicity
