Signs & Small Wonders

A Metaphor in the Beating of Wings: Day Twenty-Nine

(Sometimes it’s tough to feel at home in your own city.  Which is why I’ve given myself a challenge:  each day, for forty days, I’m going to find *one* thing I love about this place.  And then I’m going to tell you about it.  If you want to follow my journey, start here.  Today is Day Twenty-Nine.)

Because I am one who makes much of small things:

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Today, while running an errand downtown, I saw a cloud of these small, black birds wrench up as one from the building where they’d perched.  They whirled across Campbell Avenue, dipped and settled down on the opposite side of the street.

I sat in my car, waiting at the red light, and my breath caught:

This.

I watched them leap the street again, spooling up into a cyclone, a thunderhead, a swell.  In a moment, their shape shifted into something else entirely:  something animal.

Or perhaps something not animal at all.

There is a phrase for this, this synergy, that we humans use:  The whole is greater than the sum of its parts.  It’s a cold, mathematical way of explaining something that resists all mathematical laws.  Something very nearly supernatural.

But here the birds were, expressing this concept in a way that felt more truthful.

So here is the truth:

I have been on my own for a long time now, beating my wings in the dark.  And now I can feel it, a kind of convergence coming.  The birds whirl as one, and they become something other than birds.  I want that, too.

Tell me:  how do the birds know, to gather and leap into empty air?  When to dive?  Turn south for the winter?

I don’t know these things, but for now, the instinct inside me is enough.

I lean forward into the steering wheel.  I cannot hear the sound, but in my chest is the beating of wings.

I reach for my camera.

I press the lens to the glass.

I hear the shutter open with a click.

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3 thoughts on “A Metaphor in the Beating of Wings: Day Twenty-Nine

    • Words are my first language, so they come easy for me. But I am learning that there are other tongues — some of them better suited for what I want to say.

      Which wouldn’t mean a thing without a few good souls to listen & try to understand.

      I’m grateful for your listening. Truly. 🙂

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      • I have to visualize a word before I can use it; there are so many words that don’t have visuals 😦
        But again I say, there are few that can play with just a small selection of words in a way that makes my soul jump with joy!
        Okay, I wouldn’t like your head to burst so I am going to stop now 😀

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