Collaboration
is an eclipse. A cosmic alignment
of hope and aim and deed.
Did you hear the bugs chirp louder
as we neared a dancer’s flow?
Locked step. A scavenging of gulls
make little splash upon entry.
This, this here is the chorus to
what we’ve always been. A
marching, writhing free.
The math of turning challenge
to celebratory.
Similar to the Vocation poem from last week, this is a continued exploration of ‘work’ terms which seemed to have been deemed NSFP (Not Safe For Poetry) by the Governing Board of Poesy.
This mostly was sparked for me by the image of the solar eclipse from 5ish years ago. I cut out most of that image but kept ‘cosmic alignment’ and the magic that was the bug-swell during the momentary dim. Eclipse isn’t a perfect image - but I liked the way that it was a surrender of two things becoming one thing. I guess you could also say it was one thing obstructing another… which is less great.
Also a flock of gulls is called a scavenging… kinda awesome.
If you have work-y terms you want to suggest (or poetic lines you’d like to add about collaboration) drop it in the comments!