Landing Pad

There’s something so calming
about watching the geese land
into the lake behind my house
–their final flaps to slow their flight
as their feet skim and then slip in to the water,
before their wings settle in
and they float along, quite happy to be at home.

But today the lake was frozen over,
and my friends were a little more hesitant
to come in so precariously,
skidding and sliding, but trying
to look smooth about it just the same.
And they all stood around awkwardly
like the had somewhere else to be
but were too polite to say so.

So I left to find another spot
where my thoughts could settle down to rest
and turn about slowly in my head.