I watch the sweep of birds on the wing

a centrifuge of consent for the long road ahead.

They have no need of words, persuasion

but adopt the common movements that support them. 

 

In a similar way the political dreamers

plot their courses their restless brains

informing choices, rolling out promises

on clouds of expectation that close up

 

behind them on infinite journeys of repetition

common movements that we can follow.

Fly away Peter, come back Paul

let's consider the good of all.