All these birds
Hundreds of thousands, maybe millions
Flying in packs
Flowing in unity like a river knows its own
They swarm, they swerve, all together
Rhythm as pure as the pollen they will resonate to
Never missing a beat
Never a silhouette missing its defining moment
They must head for the sun
They must chase down the light
The unforgotten, which guides them to comfort and safety
I question can the human spirit ever be this in sync?
Can they form a union and be integrated as beautifully and unconditionally such as this?
And yet, repeat in a traditional and annual sense?
Did anyone else witness this?
Did anyone else feel this moment?