Breaking Through

Driving to the next hurried errand

with a list swimming in my head,

I brake for the web-footed family—

not crossing the road,

but walking tall in a single straight line

headed in the opposite direction—

five dark gray long-necked profiles

observing the slow lane,

cars behind them crawling.

I hear myself exclaim delight

at this sweet, slow-moving sight.

A sunny sermon

quietly breaks through—

not citing lilies of the field

or birds of the air

but a family of geese—

right here on the blacktop.