Ed Roberson

flock life

They fly these snap
roller coaster curves,

these taking your breath drops
and lifts drawing out the stretch

and rebound anyone watching feels
and all without their flying apart—

within unison untamable directions
when in a sense they fly in place.

and all other movement emerges out of
keeping out of each other’s way:

squalling patterns, the dash, the lilting shapes
just happen out of their correction for

each other’s shifts almost as if
forgiveness is to fly.