You and I, beloved, are fastened
by certain and implicit splendor.
In courtship, we beckoned each other
to inhale the stunning, kiss the earthly,
savor stillness in the day’s swirl.
From across town, you would alert me
to the imminent passing of ribbons
and ribbons of shimmering snow geese,
due to arrive over my house
in the nearly next split-second.
I am still exhilarated to my essence,
years later, when we hear their chorus,
grab the keys and drive to the lake,
where hundreds, or thousands of them
bring us to our geese-loving knees.
