Memorial Park in Winter
A squadron of Canadian geese lifted off from the half-frozen lake,
curved in a smooth semi-circle, and powered over my head
in a perfect V, the very picture of order and purpose
as they began the next leg of their annual mission.
Solitary fishermen stood along the shoreline at distant intervals,
like quarter-mile markers measuring the bike path I rode.
A man wearing a Minnesota Vikings jacket sat at a picnic table,
his back to the lake, staring intently at his cell phone.
I pedaled on, slicing through the December wind,
my tires humming warm against the pavement.