formation

colors fly like Hermes ecstatic
racing for the one trajectory
that will form the ever perfect curve
nimbly run with dampening comrades
shiny toothed grins on every sprightly prism face
joining the ranks to fly in formation
for the joyous spectacle you will perform

reactions invariably all the same
from the old zoo keeper who’s time was not up
to the vigilant child and her awe filled stare

joyful reverie
praise for the beauty
and the end of the storm

and so for a moment the glory is without parallel
the world will stop and look and wonder
what is the fount from which you spring
but soon you will fade and hide once more
disporting the time in the nomad clouds
until you are called
to join formation again