Revelation

My eyes trace two straight lines
making a curve
from one end of dusk
to the other.

Lolloping marionettes
with perpendicular necks
voices like torn paper
lost and found in the wind.

So much has been written about geese
but this is important.

My faith is not misguided;
they have always known about me.

It's almost unbearable to realise
that I finally understand them.