Sixty Years Later I Notice, Inside A Flock Of Blackbirds,
Sixty Years Later I Notice, Inside A Flock Of Blackbirds,
by David Evans
the Venetian blinds
I dusted off
for my mother on
Saturday mornings,
closing, opening them
with the pull cord a few
times just to watch the outside
universe keep blinking,
as the flock suddenly
rises from November stubble,
hovers a few seconds,
closing, opening,
blinking, before it tilts,
then vanishes over a hill.
Epiphany is sometimes those moments when we see inconnectedness in life. The couplets in this piece fascilitate a sort of literary Venetian blind both visually and metaphorically. Great read!