The clouds were grey but not imposing. The wind was aimless and strong but not unbearable. The sound of a flagpole ringing as its tether slammed against metal sounded like a ship’s call to port. In the foreground, citizens passed in their cars heading home. In the background, the roar of a highway was ocean-like and constant.
From two good oaks a flock of small birds danced. Their many voices purposefully conducted what seemed like an impossible task–chaotic flight without collision. Were they looking for a new roost? Were they surveying the land for food? Were they using up their energy to ensure a peaceful night’s rest?
The brood flew out in a cardinal direction. Each member soared on its own course in the sky. They looped around and crossed under one another without touching. They returned to the oak. Then, within seconds, they repeated the pattern in a different cardinal direction. With all courses explored, the dance began again.
Closer to the ground, dandelion seeds danced merrily through the air. They were bound by their destinies and determined to prosper.
I feel lucky to be a witness. I try, but cannot manage, to comprehend why these things occur. My head is full of vain thoughts. I wonder what they think of me? I am happy to know I am not alone. Not alone in my bondage and determination.
Anthony Sadler 