Geese on High

Dual chevrons merge to form
One arrowhead;
This sign implies a change of direction,
A course correction,
A heading unheralded, unsuspected,
Withheld from chaomantic introspection.
Obliquely in the far away
A lodestone eminence saturates
The atmosphere with luring waves
That only anserine brains detect,
And they--the geese--adjust their flight,
Converge to urgently intercept;
While we intellectual simians
Stomp and point and pretend to sense
The import of their brisk decampment,
Their arduous flap
To hearsay havens.
Hold back, do not be so in haste
To leave your homeland for that clime
Beyond the rim of earth and sight,
Mere promise of plenty and end of fright.