I've seen this before.
Canadian Geese in the sky.

Three this morning.

They stay close enough for comfort,
but far enough to fly
unimpeded.

Flapping together
but not in tandem.

And then,
as if on cue,
for they are always on cue
they all

Stop flapping.

Glide.

Wings down to
decrease the uptake of air.
Less surface area to catch their invisible buoy
as they coast and circle down
to the pond below.

Careless choreography.

Three birds.
One mind.

Not a sound exchanged between them.

Oh, to be that in tune.

I shut the front door,
checked for my keys...

Shit.
They're in the house.
It's raining.

At least I have an umbrella,
my cell phone,
my wallet,
and an energy bar in my pocket.

Maybe I can catch the bus.

I just can't stand and wait for a bus,
I just learned.
I last for a minute or two,
but the itch to move gets to me.

I called to find out when the next bus would be coming.
Not for another 15 minutes?
I'll walk further ahead.

Caught the 9 heading south.
Then it started heading east.
"Does this bus go to 5900 South and Ninth?"
"No, you needed to get off two stops ago
and take the 44 Outbound" she said.

Great.

It's 8:40 am.
Missed another morning workout.
Called again for times.
"Not til 9 am?"

Kept walking.
By this time my maroon A&F sweatpants
that make me look like a clydesdale
are soaked at the cuff.

Gym bag is getting heavy.
Why do I pack so much shit in this thing?

Made it down to Wal-Mart.
2 miles in the rain down, 2 to go.
About halfway there.

Thought about sticking out my thumb
wondering what kind of person
would pick up an obviously
non-homeless person
with my Speedo gymbag, umbrella,
matching maroon hoody,
glasses, and a cell phone.

A serial killer no doubt.
Or someone with the lurking fear
that I was one.

Finally spotted the 44
coming down the hill.
Fished my bus transfer out of my pocket.
"Good til 10:30" she had said.

I bet over 100 cars had passed me
there on 9th east
walking southbound.

How many on the bus?

Four.