When the sun rises
Above the roofs
And lights the tips
Of snow-dead branches
Gilding them with warmth
And you are sudden too
Like ducks rising up
From the pond
In winter
And veering
Off into the reeds
And it’s a mystery
How they know and
Where to go
In unison
As if they anticipated
My coming
And feign surprise
As you do
Though I see it
In your eyes
You already knew
As they do
You are always previous.