the car
ahead of me
drives through
the drifting leaves
on the quiet
back road
sending a cloud
of shimmering detritus
floating
like a school of fish
into the air
they seem to move
of their own accord
darting
on the exhaust fumes
all around me
as if
i had fallen
into a new world
where the laws
of physics
is fluid.

above me
a cloud of birds
mimics
the movements
of the leaves
at ground level
i lose myself
in this moment
of singular
synchronicity
unable to determine
if the leaves
are real
or the fourth
dimensional
shadow
of the avian
swarm