Gaggle

(for Mary Oliver)

Caught in a gridlock

beside the highway –

like Venn diagrams

overlying each other

in a passenger car

rationing our breaths and

then suddenly a gaggle,

in all their obliviousness,

emerge from the dirty water

waddling across the road

honking, probably, in exultation

thinking themselves to be unsoiled.

 

Meanwhile,

we smirk –

                together

in a cage.