Cormorants, black as ink,
their wings spread wide
drying in the brisk evening air.
Five of them, together,
watching out for each other.
Are they related?
Connected in some way?
Do they notice when one
goes missing?
Are they like us, connected
but pretending that they’re not?
Now, there are six.
The silhouette of their necks
like wrought iron,
black curves against the grey of
the water below.
Mmmmmm….
Beautiful Sandi! Thanks for sharing your gifts and talents and challenging us to think! Well done!
“Now there are six”… The five individual cormorants and then a sixth thing – the group, the connectedness between them which makes everything larger than the individual parts.
Thanks for sharing