Canada Geese

Two geese floating
Under warm winter sun
Between anxious waves
Their heads high
Above the light’s
Weightless sparkle
Their feet deep
In solid stable stillness
Beneath the waves

These geese
So beautifully marked
Bob up and down
They never seem to tilt or ground
Like sticks and branches
That stumble after the wind
In a silty chop on the river

The wind blows
Without excitement
Without urgency
It just is
Nothing asks why
It just is
And the world
Is not confused

When I walk back
The geese are gone
And my wondering
Fails to find them
Time is changing us all
Like waves that run
After the wind