Poem & Reflections

You never know where and when inspiration will come or in what form. I was walking last Sunday night killing a little time. The phrase "point of departure" entered my mind for no obvious reason, and I thought I'd like to write a poem with that title. A block further and I passed the bush referred to in the following poem. Serendipity, I guess....

Point of Departure

Starlings innumerable and
invisible are chattering
within this bush. It is
well after dark so something
must have startled them
into what for them
must be song.

January 10, 2005