Emergence

The flock flew through a hailstorm,
unaware of pelting ice.
In mad darts, flight without form,
the flock flew through a hailstorm.

Urgency aligned alarm.
Wings unwavering and air wise,
the flock flew through a hailstorm,
unaware of pelting ice.

- Tina Dybvik

Tina Dybvik’s work has appeared in The Melancholy Dane, Saint Paul Almanac, and Iron Horse Literary Review, and she recorded online for KAXE Northern Community Radio / PRX.  Read more of her poems at www.tinadybvik.net  (What I write).