Shimmering
shimmering
skimming
inches above water
lifting hard into the wind
higher
higher.

Coming about
in perfect arch
heads forward
obsidian wings
unshackled
lead goose banks away
and falls back.

Gaining the slipstream
she radios her new position: honk
honk, honk
rested comrade pushes forward
takes point: honk
honk
honk.

Matthew’s good fortune brought him to Maine. He tries to be present and let go of all the stuff that came before. He observes and writes.