What birds they were,
I do not know.
But being birds as they were
They flew up high
Riding the wind,
Sailing through the sky
Relishing the pure delight
In being simply what they were.

Why they flew up high
Gathering above where I can see them
As if to enthrall me with the Great Dance
I do not know.

But they came
Dazzling against the sky.

One by one
In pairs
And groups of threes or more
Until they filled the heavens.

Until I became as they were
Filled with the sheer joy
Of simply being
Who I am!