One Mind By Lorna Crozier Their sound is startled water:           hundreds of starlings troubling the air. They move as one mind--whirling,           three dimensional, disturbed. Does one bird decide, then the rest           feel its thinking in their wings? Or do they all quicken to a handclap in the trees, a September smell,           a small explosion                     inside their cerebella. If the first circle is the eye, the second is          starlings wheeling from tree to tree, grey cloth behind them, autumn grizzling in. Truly they are water gargling air, dense                      startled water, unsettled as I am, this season's old troubles                                    worrying in. Lorna Crozier whispers secrets in our ear.

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