on sound

the geese I love
their drifting calls
filtering through the leafless trees
I seek the skein
watch it spread across the ice blue above
see how it stretches, unfurls
collapses
toward the stubble
rises and falls like a sheet in the breeze
never quite settles
folds of nervous ripples run through the flock
they've come so far for this?
dissenters lift off
circle
gather followers
return to the heavy earth
where the mass has found food
and mutter
yes, so far for this

~

CLP 15/01/2026