I would 
here 

insert
a video 

of starlings

so that we 
may survey 

what is 

particular 
to splendor. 

Can you see
it 

in your mind’s 
eye? They crowd, 

they alter 

into a patch-
work sheet  

billowed up 
by digital 

winds fold, un-
fold then 

wrinkle, 
surge 

and pivot,
a down-

ward dash 

they turn 
from cloth 

to liquid 
to cloud—

Each terror 

belonging 
now 

to someone 
else 

may well 
eventually

be mine 
to hold.