Molly Frederick’s most recent poem to appear here was Early Snow (January 2013).
Morning Passage
By Molly Frederick
On the smooth, empty lake,
a lone, black-necked goose
carves a long, languorous V
onto the lake’s sheen
of eternal knowing,
Lengthening it as he goes.
His delicate feet flutter
in the gentle currents as his
soft beige-gray feathers
ply
the waters
beneath him.
Gliding slowly, scarcely moving;
strong, assured; he leaves
a path
of delicate ripples to mark
the place
where he has been.
It is his art, his life–his morning.
The V seems created solely to grow,
to reach out until the ends
graze
the bottom
of the sky.
We take note. How could we not?
And a weight we did not know
we carried is lifted from us,
like a burden at day’s end.
And all that follows,
floats,
and carries us away.
Lovely. I really got into the mood of this one.
I love your description of the black- necked goose’s art and the way the V grows till its ends reach the bottom of the sky. Beautiful.