8/25/91- A.M. Eyecheck

                                                8/25/91
                                        Columbus,Ohio
 
              A.M. Eyecheck
 
 
         Geese of my childhood
         Mid morning shuffle
         Graze like cattle or so it seems
         To tired eyes squinting in the haze
         Not quite right
         Like a fish on a bicycle
         Or a dog in a tree
         But that's what I see...
 
         They wander along,elderly on the boardwalk
         Admiring the water that man has put there
         And once they step wet,down into it waiting
         The doubtful imposition fades...
 
         Unknown into known,new into old
         My child wants to run and scatter them out
         Wings cutting the morning,sky swelling with flight
         I'm not alone as they walk to the water's edge
         Stealthy movement corrupted by stone splashes,ripples
         Smiles and second attempts still lay ahead
         And as the children leave,the geese do the watching
         The joggers and drivers they come to expect
         Perhaps if they saw me with my nose in the grass
         They'd wonder as I do if something was wrong.