the call of wild geese

Rapture

A simple errand turned complicated
so I started home at dusk
(later than I intended).
I crept along counting the beads
on a chain of red lights
that stretched along ahead of me.
To my left gray shapes
of geese settled down for the night
on the smooth plain of the sod farm.
I knew that one day
I would be running errands and notice
that the geese had left, called
by their leader because it was time to go home.
Stuck in traffic, I waited and realized
that all they were doing was waiting too.

MH