In C

(Inspired by hearing the musical composition of the same name on the CBC. Click here for a description)

This afternoon, beside the road,
enveloped in C that rushed at me
from four thrumming corners,
long,
like a train on the prairie,
all ground, no figure, I heard
a sudden eruption, like geese
tumbling southward in autumn,
a sea change,
and there they were,
a migrant
flock of chaos fleeing southward
in clumsy formation,
honking,
the contrapuntal beat of wings
figure
against the ground of sound in C,
against the sky in black on grey,
disappearing,
leaving no trace of their passage.