Today I saw for myself
What I had heard
Of the brotherhood of geese --
How from a perfect V, the leader
Cedes his place to the ones who fly behind.
As I watched, the line opened again and again
Like arms of graceful dancers
Going slowly up and down,
Swan Lake in flesh and air.
But what I saw, really,
Was the connectedness of things --
How arms are made for holding out,
For lifting up, for helping others fly,
How this is simply known and shared
And shown without decree or rule or word,
How I can gain such wisdom
From gazing at the morning sky
And witnessing the beauty of the birds.