In the air on the way over here I saw a skein of geese

which was constantly raveling and unraveling.

It scared me because I kept

expecting the skein to smoothly resolve itself and it kept

knotting up in one end.

It was like a warning written in the sky

an omen

things were going wrong up there.

I kept my eye on the sky as they crossed

above the highway and kept

 hoping that they would smooth out but even as I

 left them heading over Spy' Pond they were still

 clenching and unclenching like a fist.