From afar they are a cloud
of gnats. Bouncing off the land.
The telephone wire holds them
like beads of rain on a washing line.
Syllables race between their claws
surges into their wings,
a shoal, a gathering, a mosaic
of shattered pieces
before they rest on the floor,
becoming just another flock
of beaks, wings.
Gareth lives in Wales. He is an aspiring writer with his first collection out in April 2018 by futurecycle.