Wild Geese Alighting on a Lake
by Anne Porter

I watched them
As they neared the lake
They wheeled
In a wide arc
With beating wings
And then
They put their wings to sleep
And glided downward in a drift
Of pure abandonment
Until they touched
The surface of the lake
Composed their wings
And settled
On the rippling water
As though it were a nest.

Anne Porter, "Wild Geese Alighting on a Lake" from Living Things, Zoland Books.