A fluff of ducklings
I read a prose poem this morning that took my breath away — not in a wonderful resplendent beautiful way, but in a
Moment of Truth
in these times way.
Here it is…
Collective Nouns for Humans in the Wild
A group of grandmothers is a tapestry. A group of toddlers, a jubilance (see also: a bewailing). A group of librarians is an enlightenment. A group of visual artists is a bioluminescence. A group of short story writers is a Flannery. A group of musicians is — a band.
A resplendence of poets.
A beacon of scientists.
A raft of social workers.
A group of first responders is a valiance. A group of peaceful protestors is a dream. A group of special education teachers is a transcendence. A group of neonatal ICU nurses is a divinity. A group of hospice workers, a grace.
Humans in the wild, gathered and feeling good, previously an exhilaration, now: a target.
A target of concert-goers.
A target of movie-goers.
A target of dancers.
A group of schoolchildren is a target.
— Kathy Fish
Kathy Fish wrote this piece in 2017 after the mass shooting in Las Vegas. It was true then. And sadly it is even more true now. The truth in this moment in our country.
May you walk in beauty.
A brilliance of wood ducks
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