The Geese

Today I caught sight of the geese 
flying in a v-formation flock above my head.  

I had forgotten how they do that. 

How they have learned to fly together in such a perfectly, imperfect point of direction. 
In such a linear, similar way. 

I felt sadness at first and caught myself grimacing. 
The last time I'd witnessed their well-structured flight it had been nearing winter. 

But then I reminded myself that they were simply returning for spring. 

So I remembered to smile.