Disagreeable Birds
Nov 3 2023
I've always called them V s,
what else?
But apparently, it's a skein of geese;
like a ball of wool
unravelling,
a ragged strand
draped across the sky.
In V formation;
the secret
to low resistance flight.
Is the knowledge there at birth?
Or is it trial and error,
settling into their ranks
strongest first?
So not just sensible geese
fleeing winter,
but physicists
conducting experiments
in aerodynamics
in real time.
On the ground, though, it's a gaggle of geese.
So they are also poets,
well-versed
in onomatopoeia,
alliteration,
clever prosody.
I hear them honking, and look up.
See blue denim sky,
well-washed
if somewhat shabby,
adorned with cotton puff clouds
and a skein of fabric
heading south.
Combative geese
who sound annoyed with each other
and easily riled.
Which is just what you'd expect
of these disagreeable birds,
and doesn't surprise me at all
when I think back
to road trips from my childhood.
Before air conditioned cars
and the internet,
and with a dad
intent on “making time”.
Crammed
between two brothers
on the back bench seat
of a sensible Chevy sedan;
the youngest
stuck
on the middle hump.
Bare legs
on super-heated vinyl,
clammy sweat
trickling between our cheeks
and sticking down our legs.
Tempers flared,
elbows jabbed,
feet
battled on the floorboards;
territory
was claimed and lost.
If not a skein, then a fraternity.
But geese-like, nevertheless;
grudging wing-men
protesting all the way
to Florida and back.
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