In which he accepts the feminist point of view

Geese sweep past in blackness,
vee their driven way north,
forms outlined gray
against the full moon.
I am certain it must be
a female who veers
off, fights her solitary way
up the gaggle's ragged edge,
takes her turn in the lead.
She slices night sky
with fresh fierceness.
We tromp wet beach together.
I sink barefoot,
filling your tracks in the sand.

Timothy Pilgrim