Over and over they flock to the pond,
veering over the tree line to splash down,
one and one and one, until the water
is awash with feathers and wings,
bills and wild eyes; heads dip below
the surface, water pearls flash in the sunlight,
sharp cries pierce the blue until
the wildness pulls you in, until whatever you were
eons ago wants to fly, to soar, to cut the air with sharp
wings.
Today's prompt: Try a single sentence poem. These single sentence poems must be readable, make sense, and have deeper meaning that gives them a reason to be. You might strive for those basic requirements Galway Kinnell thinks a poem should have: creatures of the world, beautiful language, and psychic weight.
