Discrepancies

Discovered: Two Ibis at the edge of the lake in compatible company of four Canadian Geese who've absented the gaggle of twenty or more, daily in command of our grassy slope where they come to feed, settle on the benevolent breast of the lawn, or else, the parking lot's warm asphalt, arrogantly in possession against arriving cars whose occupants carefully maneuver around them, respecting those as residential as they, birds bedded down, wedded in marriage to salt water and fresh. There's a light filled sky of deep purity, its mystery unveiled, clarity after grayed days of misty rain, fog that sandbags the soul (that which we're told is immortal) -- Then, at next watch, they've vanished. Their presence as temporal as our lives, leaving only a memory of how they stood in juxtaposition against the silence and immobility of windless water. The generosity of sea birds deigning kin- ship to migrants who stood their ground.