Blackbirds swarm overhead, a
Chaotic mass of
Synchronicity in motion,
Their internal radars
Feeding off one another.
Yet—movement is not
Equal to progress.
We are blackbirds,
Forcing motion upon
Each other
In tugging,
Pushing, pulling
Masses, always making time for
Arguing over direction—never
Making enough time
To recognize
Our self-created,
Collective crisis of
Ignorance
Wedded to arrogance.
No, we are not blackbirds, after all, with
Their cooperation, teamwork and humility.
Perhaps, with reflection,
We can learn.
Samantha Terrell is a Pushcart-nominated poet who writes from her home in Upstate New York. She is the author of multiple five-star collections, and her words can be found in Dissident Voice, In Parentheses, Misfit Magazine, Paddler Press, Poetry Quarterly, Red Weather, and others. Find her online at: www.SamanthaTerrell.com.