I heard them before I saw them.

My ears whispered to my brain to pay attention.

A soft whirring, stirring my senses;

was this the second coming?  I'm not ready.

Two glorious geese, whizzing above, love

and joy scattered in their wake; I swoon.

Were they Canadian geese you're wondering--

I didn't think to ask them from where they came,

or even where they were going.

They seemed to be in a hurry.

My day I knew was made: a morning with splendor,

triumphant, jubilation, exultation--You exaggerate,

you say.  And if I do?....

This moment is engraved somewhere

among the detritus, the flotsam of a mind

wounded by the 21st century.

My thoughts will repose for awhile,

up there with the wild geese,

hastening toward the horizon.