i had a hard time sleeping and waiting for olive to wake me 

and the sun and i'm vague from dream work and the kid upstairs screams and it's a short night anyway approximately 11:00 to approximately 5:30 and the season changes and the migration looms innerly 

and we imagine the starlings have gone south away 

and we behold their return 

to our fire escape and remember 

they haven't even begun their murmurations. 

we live a lifetime of anticipation.