distraction

aahahrrr aahahrr. looking up, a formation of geese flew past the windows in perfect formation. nature pushes though the confines of this building. computers and financial worries are intercepted, stopped by feathers and air and weightless, immediate smiles. i remember the huge migration of last month. thousands looking like black ribbons; shifting, and shifting again against a blue canvas. there were v's within v's. the car was moving forward, plowing ahead, breaking sound in two. for while it seemed we were moving at the same speed, going to the same place, where your mother's waiting for you among reeds? my eyes were glued to the sky. angels held me from death.