Do geese see god, a palindrome and also a question I ask myself as I see their lumpy bow formation (squawking like they are the only creatures in the world, driven south by biology like I’m driven to the sun). How do they know when it is time to come and time to go? Sometimes I think I was meant to be born with wings, but then I would miss the comfort of seeing a flying thing and knowing that there are things greater than I.

(Nov. 4)