At dusk each winter evening, in the half hour          before they must relinquish sky to night,
starlings quicken, flock in forms—symmetries          shifting—the likenesses so fast and fluid
I can’t hold on to any one before          it dissolves into another, and I
have taught myself to accept the seamless          recreations not as uneasy
whimsy but as the musings of a lucid soul          or the disclosures of God: the wind
itself made seen, the shade a shadow casts.
—Claudia Emerson, opening lines to “Flocking Theory” from Secure the Shadow: Poems (Louisiana State University Press, 2012)
Opaque  by  andbamnan