Starlings

I'm going to sit on the edge of my bed and watch the sun go down.

Or watch as my part of the world sails away from it.

I should be somewhere else, and I'll probably be late. But it doesn't really matter at all.

Can you see the starlings meeting in the sky, swoop and swarm, finding the path.

How many? hundreds, more, circling of golden flight. Can you see them? Can you see them?

Now imagine they are angels.