a turn of my head
from my computer screen
to the skylight
makes me last ditch witness to
a full flock of Canada Geese
carrying their low-flight V
aimed at me, across the twilight


closer, they gain altitude
a panorama overhead
the orchestration loud

then, like a teasing mirage, all voyageurs are gone
their only trail, a poignant honk
and my office no longer
on their flight path

09/11/2004