Baby clouds dot
the afternoon sky
Reminding me of a
playground full of children

I wonder if the clouds noticed
The parade of geese this morning?

Adults noticed-
I’m certain of that!

Cranky car horns honked,
unintentionally joining
The naturally humorous
noise of such a procession

What if children witnessed the parade?
Would their laughter influence

Reactions powerful enough
to transform the noises of
impatience, anger, and greed

Enticing wearied souls
back to the carefree
wonder of childhood

At least long enough to enjoy
a morning parade of geese