Murmuration

In this moment you and I:

love, loves and feelings;

our place and time

together, apart;

my crooked walk,

your long hair,

my guitar, your concertina,

our families past and present;

houses, rooms, gardens,

the streets, towns and city

childhood to adulthood;

teachers, neighbours, friends;

all murmuration; fluid

we have passed so easily through,

above and within;

watched weightless, weighted

and weightless again;

eased our voices into the waves

that are eternal,

and, I believe, sang

more than our share.