Blackbirds

An endless stream of
Blackbirds flows
Like a river
In the sky

I lie on my back
Lost in my thoughts
As the sun
Begins its descent

I watch them born
On the western horizon
And disappear
Into the east

A constant flow of 
Life on the wing
Moving for
Reasons unknown

I watch for a break
In the constant flutter
But it never
Seems to come

A few black dots 
Move away a bit
But are quickly 
Drawn back in

I wonder where 
They're going 
And why they
Cannot stop


Kenny A. Chaffin - 1/21/01