Because what I wanted
seemed always just beyond
reach, I learned to love
longing, that loyal friend.
Then one day, among a flock
of useless emails, news
simply arrived––my wish
had been granted.
Oddly shaken, I walked
along the river. The sun
burnished me golden.
I noticed three geese
floating on the water,
necks elongated, graceful.
I sat on a bench, drifting
off, lost in thought.
Returning, I saw the three
had become five. Then
all at once, altogether,
they took off and were gone.
Don Hogle has published over a hundred poems in journals in the U.S., U.K., and Ireland. A chapbook, “Madagascar,” was published in 2020 (Seven Kitchens Press.) His debut full-length collection, “Huddled in the Night Sky” is forthcoming from Fernwood Press. He lives happily in Manhattan. www.donhoglepoet.com