Seven Geese Rise

Seven Geese Rise

Seven geese rise, I lift my eyes,

and watch them fly into a bright blue sky,

then I run, into a rising sun,

down a deer path through trees,

to a bluff with a wonder of a breeze,

and sit,

where the creek makes a curve,

not to think, just observe,

and listen,

as ripples in the sunlight glisten.