The geese
planted their webs
in the muck
against the incoming tide
and waited.
For what?
I don’t think
they knew
precisely.
Millions of years
of adaptation
tell them that
it’s a good thing to do.
Something will
present itself.
I stood high on my boulder
watching,
feet rooted
against the
The universe,
I felt,
was talking to me.
Saying what?
Millions of years
of adaptation
have taught us
to not hear.
Still,
I wait for something
to present itself.
5/15/10