Geese on the River
We are together by the river tonight. I hear their soft talking as at rest, feeding and waiting for the day. At light I watch as they float aimlessly, stretching their wings, occasionally skittering playfully along the surface. They wait for the moment, as I do.
The mood changes. The chattering commotion increases as they gather into groups. Suddenly, the clamoring increases as one flight lifts off. The thrust of their wings as they leave the water’s surface is power, like thunder. How do they know when to go? How do they know who to follow?
Other groups leave. I watch them climb, amazed at their energy, their intensity. They merge into formations using the wind to assist their climb. They trumpet their achievement.
I watch.
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