Yesterday, I coincidentally learned a little more about the flock of pigeons that so captivated me with their wheeling around and across the sky a couple of years back.
I wonder if anything of this sort is truly coincidence.
I was told that the flock was the personal joy of a fragile young man who loved them dearly. Apparently hestruggled with his health, either physical or mental, and reached a point where he could not care for them anymore.
I didn’t hear what happened to the birds, but I’m choosing to belieb=ve they were rehomed to another part of the country and continue to circle and wheel around a new part of the sky.
I was very moved when I heard this news. Very sad, but I also felt there may have been some element of connection between us, through the flock.
In the image below, I have used a strip of grey to fill the footer section of the page – seeking ways to soften the starkness of the image ending and the white of the paper in the footer.
This poem ‘the song’ happens to be a seventeen syllable poem, of which there are a number in the collection, but not all the short pieces are written to that number. It does show my tendency towards it, though, I think.