and walked away, drawing out
the quiet that had held us,
in wonder of them and of ourselves,
Den said, “I wish Mr. Snyder
had been here.” And I said, “Yes.”
But it cannot be often as it was
when we heard geese in the air
and ran out of the house to see them
wavering in long lines, high,
southward, out of sight.
By division we speak, out of wonder.