Murmuration

A calligraphy brush,

Dipped in water,

Travels over stone,

In gestures vanishing—

Into molecules, into air—

Every moment an act 

Of creation and erasure.

Starlings luff and billow 

Across the dusky blue, 

Inking arcs and spirals, 

Swellings and dips,

Every act a moment

Of erasure and creation, 

A choreography of meanings

We may only intuit 

From within. 

—Geneve Gil