Geese
Twilight nears; I watch as an anserine gaggle gathers; wings unfold, spreading wide; flapping ripple of legs lifts to take flight. In ones, twos, threes they detach from earth; the flock shifts shape, reforms as it cuts a sickle swath through a crystal turquoise sky. They barrel with beating synchrony so close overhead to arrow eastward on some errand. I stand witness to this mundane but magnificent moment: gander-grateful to be gifted this moment of grace quietly special, splendorous, unspattered.