Connected Poem by White Deer

Pigeons flew over head,
A flock of them moving as one.
I stood in awe as he raised his hands.
He lit up the grey of the town,
Winds blowing through tousled hair.
And there I saw it.
He was connected to it all.
He was as natural as the birds ahead,
Or the flowing breeze.
The drum beat started,
Panpipes sang the tune of my soul,
My heart soared with the melody.
And as he swayed in sync with nature,
I saw then so clear,
That I too am connected.