The flock migrates, yet stays together A herd of high gates, no strays untethered There's outlets for power But not for escape Togetherness towers Buildings I traipse My group is inside I'm all together one Accepting these foibles A project not done There's some that lag 'hind Outside of the stream Others make rackets Boiling over with steam All chaos a burden Or perhaps the beauty I'm here all along By choice or by duty