Collective of Wings
by
Radiance Angelina Peto

I got to wondering whether when I say:
“Good morning,” to one starling, I’m actually
saying “Good morning,” to all starlings.
Same with the robins, the wrens, the bluejays.

It would make sense that they think as one—
a collective of wings, a sharing of mind and heartbeats—one future,
one flight, one rhythm, and then I wonder if it’s the same
for us humans, and if so, why aren’t we flying as one?