Swirling

Whirling

Thousands and thousands flow and undulate

Like fish schooling Or small birds flocking

Moving

Darting

Left to right

Figure eights

They appear before me

Black as night, light as air

Small and so agile, one needs luck to catch one

My reaction to their form:

A lean figure, humanoid in form, but black as night, weighing as lead but

When I reach out to touch it, it fades;

When I remove my hand, the formless becomes form and solid once again.

I cock my head and shrug

And I look back at the birds, they

Sheen with translucency now, black, blue, reflecting like gasoline, then like a galaxy of stars.

I welcome back my reaction. It silently joins within myself; Hesitation as I turn back to the first.

I beckon forth. They appear as translucent dark blue and dark black shimmering fish, flowing smoothly individually, but as one.

They swim back to me, through me, in and around me