Blackbirds
a pantoum*
A cloud of blackbirds darkens the sky,
expanding and contracting
like a huge breath.
How can we not pay attention?
Expanding and contracting —
in a dance spontaneously choreographed —
how can we not pay attention?
The movement and joy are contagious.
It’s all a dance spontaneously choreographed,
and, admit it or not, we are being danced.
The movement and joy are contagious;
for a moment we forget who we think we are.
Admit it or not, we are being danced.
We’re being twirled by a beloved partner,
And for a moment we forget who we think we are
as we watch a cloud of blackbirds darken the sky
a pantoum*
A cloud of blackbirds darkens the sky,
expanding and contracting
like a huge breath.
How can we not pay attention?
Expanding and contracting —
in a dance spontaneously choreographed —
how can we not pay attention?
The movement and joy are contagious.
It’s all a dance spontaneously choreographed,
and, admit it or not, we are being danced.
The movement and joy are contagious;
for a moment we forget who we think we are.
Admit it or not, we are being danced.
We’re being twirled by a beloved partner,
And for a moment we forget who we think we are
as we watch a cloud of blackbirds darken the sky
Carol Barrow
November, 2019
*Pantoum:
A poem of any length composed of four-line stanzas in which the second and
fourth lines of each stanza serve as the first and third lines of the next
stanza.
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