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
