outside my bedroom window, in a slice of porcelain sky, a small flock of starlings mount the wind. each pulsing body sleek and sure. they are wing and instinct, cutting the air into wide strips of joy, and i—soft, domesticated animal that i am, witness from behind double layers of thick glass, the invitation.

© Liezel Graham 2022

there are invitations everywhere. they are mostly quiet—preferring not to shout. sacred things seldom do.

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{starling image by Luke Stackpoole, on Unsplash}