Grumbling arrives as we workshop 
             creative ideas 				            in a volatile space.

Better to cluster, align. Like 
                                                   a starling 
                                                   finding its place 
                                                   in an erratic sky dance 
                                                   that disrupts boredom and 
                                                   desire. We assimilate, murmurate.
But 
                if 
                          the 
                                      near-dark sky calls, 
                                                  perhaps today 
                                                  a single bird 
                                                  can change the course 
                                                  and the dance, and maybe 
the 
wind 
itself 
will 
follow.