Solitary Traveler

peace-is-like-the-windToday I witnessed a rarity,
a gray speck in the morning sky,
a solitary goose,
and he was I,
straining for the gaggle
that had so recently passed by,
fying as fast as he could fly,
hoping to catch them
before the wind died.

I saw the black and white
traveler
and he was I.

April 18, 1998

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