
Snow Geese Flying at Night
The thin, white lines of geese high in the black sky
remind me of a worm in the heart of a deer.
But the geese are not a worm in the sky’s dark
heart.
Not that a worm in a heart is any more terrible than a
sharp-shin’s talon in the breast
of a house finch.
The geese do not take from the sky, I mean.
A slight, white worm crossing a dark heart can
be white geese high in the night
is what I mean.
Noah Davis’ second collection of poems, The Last Beast We Revel In, will be
published by CavanKerry Press in April 2025. He lives in Massachusetts with his
wife, Nikea.