Birds of a Feather

At first, he didn't notice them. The flock congregated slowly.

It was only in increments, little by little, that he became hypnotized by the strut and peck, the calls for conformity, the beckoning to join formation, and the lure of sanctuary and a place to forget.

With a feeling of oneness, from out of need and necessity, he became a number in the swell, an affirmation, a justification, and a container. Bound by the shared belief, he mistook his newfound conviction for flying.

- The Fool
- photo by Robert & Shana ParkeHarrison