As The World Spins 'Round

A group of girls

in a circle in the shade

talk quietly in the world

their voices rising and falling

a stream of consciousness

pulling from their minds

memories of the day before.

A whistle

a ball

a jersey

flash before their eyes again.

Immersed in the water;

focused.

But.

One girl raises her head 

to the world around her

and spies with her little eye

a beautifully simple phoebe

perched on the goal

eyes darting about for her next meal

flitting and flashing

in and out of the lazy afternoon sun.

A girl

a bird

as the world spins 'round.