We sang and chatted.
What did we sing?
I can’t quite say.
It was a song from that place
atop of the heart
to the back of the throat.
It’s a movement
A vibrational thing.
It shifted, tumbled, and
moved like the river over the rocks.

What did we talk about you might ask?
Well we spoke;
Of the weather,
How hard it is to swim up stream,
The flittiness of bugs,
Amongst other things.

Her chicks were getting antsy and
A parade of geese
Abruptly ended our visit.
It was time well spent.