Birds

I watch
The flocks
Of birds swirling
Into different shapes
Soaring then raining down
Twisting over the lakeshore up
Down around in symmetrical
Precision beautiful to see
And I wonder if societies
Are like that held aloft
Symmetrical by their
Customs religion or
Beliefs changing
Shapes but still
A flock so may
Be birds of a
Feather do
Flock
Together
As each group
Of humans wants
To feather its own nest.
Are we really such
Simple bird
Brains
Yet
Beautiful
In flight aloft
In joy of conformity
To patterns only sensed.
Like hitting a baseball
It can only be done
If we stop our
Thinking we
Are in
Control.