Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

I saw a flock of blackbirds in the sky today.

Each one flying as if together.

One flew away, in the opposite direction.

Another flew back as if to get it to fly in the right direction. 

They circled a tree over and over again, perching to rest but flying around again, until there were more, each one perched on a different branch, but all of them together.

The fact is dreams are dreamed together.