east Texas morning
takes it’s time
leafless winter tree fingers
stroke the rosy dawn from
sleepy pastures
where lights
flicker in early riser windows
and coffee is starting to perk
I am alone in this crowd
contemplating the possibility
of a new day and the
serpentine path of geese
shifting lines that follow
an ancient wisdom
I try to listen but there is
nothing but a deep silence
that lives somewhere in their wings
as the world wakes below