Before They Know

And with a flurry of wings they are gone,
these geese who have wintered on your pond for a night,
started not by your presence
but their discovery of that presence,

they flee before they know whether you are friend or foe.

About this poem

How often do we make decisions before we have what we need to make those decisions? Good or bad, we do it.

Oh yeah, it can be about geese too.

The picture was taken just down the road from me, near Consider Bardwell Farm, where they make the most wonderful cheeses.

Tom