The Geese

Blue-black, purple sky recedes As dawn peeks out her curtain;  Eyelids kissed by rising sun, of egg shell white, I'm certain. I say goodnight to night. With asphalt tapping under foot The morning moves another chance For me to enter into dance with God.  I thought I was alone this morning,  Running in a stillness. Lost, with cost Of only air exhaled.  Rising Swirls of smoke As my engine puffs its lungs of air, Dismissing yesterday With all its care. Without a labour, calm Alone inside the dawn, Leaning into nothingness but time.   I found myself Standing on a bridge, Hearing distant trumpets then, Secreting sounds of honking when,   A distant movement shimmered on A bank of glimmered green. A flight of motion swept the air As geese in flight, by morning light Flew to meet me there. Six in V, Approaching me  Between the trees and waters pressed;  As I, with awe undressed Stood naked in astonishment. A calvary of feathers fly,  Brush my hair, reflect my eye. As kinship new, Inside my hallowed space They flew. Carrying off My lingering stare   To leave me humbled, Trembling there Wrapped inside The presence of My God.