Royce Sykes

Canada Goose in Kansas

I saw her wheel, thought nothing
until, with slow majesty,
she came to land
within the stubble of autumn harvest.
I held myself still, awe-slapped,
She--must have been a she,
Zeus has no business visiting me--
preened the bars upon her sleeve,
glanced obliquely inquisitive
at me.
Neck curved, never merely bending,
she arched towards the sky...
Then, waddling, flopped into the air.

I wish she had not gone before me.


The 2River View, 4.3 (Spring 2000)