swimming across the bay,
emerge from blue seas,
smooth, black and grey.
They fly and spin,
but turn no heads,
from boldface signs
and disrupting phone chimes.

Unwittingly donning blinders,
buried in scrolling text
and stagnant pictures,
we peer away from forever,
toward our own reflection
in shop windows
and handheld glass.

Look up from illuminating
screens that obscure our view,
the world is unfolding
before unseeing eyes.
In a flicker, it will fade.