Once it was magic:
The starlings flight
Fractals in motion
Mysteriously coordinated
Roaring towards you,
They hardly murmur
The whirring cacophony
Of the multitude
Fowl fireworks,
An avian Jackson Pollock
Waves rising and falling
Created by a murmur.
A whisper, that does not stop.
Each neighbor blending
With the movement of the
Seven sisters closest to her:
I am here.
We are turning.
Stay close.
Catch this wind.
Feather soft.
Winged strong
Whoosh, off and away.
Crescendo-ed departing.
Science has researched and reduced
The magic of the murmur
Captured its incantations in algorithms.
Charted its organized chaos in theory
Earthbound starlings we could be
Honoring the seven nearest us
At any given moment
Dare to create something
Beautiful and unexpected.
Decry the status quo
And connect with those closest
Bend and fold while
Each holding her own place.
Profess to me all the science in the world
Charts and graphs are finite
Ah, darling, it is love
Which makes earthlings

(painting by Elizabeth Sinha)

Victoria Fritz
Victoria Fritz has been a logophile for all of her life. Her love of words evolved into a love of writing poetry in the last two years. Never having been a poetry reader (until now!), Victoria finds writing in poetic form a natural way to process and express her inner workings and is hopeful that some of what she writes resonates with others. If you enjoy her work, you can check her out on Instagram. Victoria tries to post daily, but also tries to be gentle with herself when that doesn't happen. Some days she is kinder to herself than others, but with inspiration from Kind Over Matter it's getting easier.

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