#23 Walking Up by Emma McKervey

Walking Up

I forget to look up sometimes

and am only reminded

when a flock of starlings

fly out from below my feet where I walk

sudden and startled from the unworn ridge

between the ruts on the laneway.

They rise as a single dark mass

then disperse the higher they go,

the accidental mumuration disintegrating

into hedgerow, tree, cloud.