Blackness fills my view,
swirling across the roadway
like a water spout on the ocean.
I am untouched
but for a place deep inside me,
that fills with awe and wonder.
I am changed.
The liquid black fades away,
smearing through the blue
like ink trailing from a nib.
The grackles are going home.
written by Karin Smith, Dec.3, 2008