We hear them a-honk downwind
before seeing their disarray
as if group will trumped instinct
and yet, their intent is clear
as they circle in ragged clusters,
change course, and finally
plant themselves in the far field
among severed stalks of cropped corn.
We hear them mutter, settle
and by the time we reach them
find an installation of identity
each neck standard height above stubble
each head turned, statue still, facing west
and our oncoming steps. Even
though I know what will ensue,
I am unprepared for the flap of wings
roaring them, lifted as one,
back to their southbound flight.
I love, love, love geese! Thank you for your wonderful words 🙂
They do have a certain elegance – at a distance 🙂 Glad you enjoyed my version here!
I love how you capture this moment in words and images.
Turns out there’s an additional pun I totally missed until this morning – this weekend was HOTC!! Speaking of crew . . . and thank you 🙂