You met me when I was sad

And thought me fragile

You met me when I was joyful

And thought me strong

Right

Wrong

It doesn’t matter

We are myriad

A flock of selves

A murmuration rising

Tumbling

Falling

Spiralling

We are nothing

And no one

And everything that is

You read my words

And think me

A poet

But it’s only for a second

So I can be a person

thinking a thing

An emotion moving through it

Only to lose everything

Shed every skin

In the moment

And rise

Again

*photo from a morning walk in Winton last year and these are galahs not starlings ..