Consider the Canada Goose on the slough.
(definitely a she because females arrive first, pick the nesting site, and build the nest)
travelled in the classic migration pattern, a lance thrown south
in September, then north in March, then south again and north again
over and over. Imagine
the land she saw, geography disappearing beneath her
as she swallowed, strained, stretched and threaded another generation through the sky, imagine the air, so clear last year
imagine how clear and cold the water is now
imagine how terrified, how tired she must have been,
every time she landed, imagine how terrific small, hard bits of food tasted imagine blueberries.
Having arrived and settled, she looked around
(prospect: hope, possibility expectation). Paddled to the deep middle
of the slough to think things over. There are challenges
with every coupling “… many of these birds may be related to one another and pairs remain together throughout the year. Less than 10 percent breed as yearlings, and most pair bonds are unstable until birds are at least two or three years old. Extra-pair copulations have been documented.” *
Look at her again. The wait, her
fathoming the depth.