20 September – Landing strip

We didn’t know we were on a flight path,
circling the reservoir at Thruscross
and chatting away the afternoon.
Our attention was on the water,
where four Canada geese swam straight lines,
transferring from the air their flair for formation
to float in ordered elegance below.
Then suddenly,
flying low over the sharp rise of the moor,
a whole skein descend in sequence
with jet skiing finesse
while we look up in awe as if at a festival
where the Red Arrows are performing a stunt.
I marvel at how close they come,
their undercarriages shining bright white,
as they dip just over our heads
and alight with perfect precision
on their glistening, rippling landing strip.

20 September - Landing strip