Morning, Landscape
as the sun comes
up
to burn the fog away
I confuse the sound
of music
with what is really out there
a thick flock
of Canadian geese
black necks & beaks
north over the quarry
that we never see
from a highway view
I am not sure if this means
the warm is coming,
if it means anything
more than they have
somewhere they have to be
& I wonder the same of me
up
to burn the fog away
I confuse the sound
of music
with what is really out there
a thick flock
of Canadian geese
black necks & beaks
north over the quarry
that we never see
from a highway view
I am not sure if this means
the warm is coming,
if it means anything
more than they have
somewhere they have to be
& I wonder the same of me
posted by W.C.P. at 7:46 AM
1 Comments:
I know these geese. I saw them this morning en masse, sliding north up highway 59. They seemed to carry answers with them. Each one knowing just what they are suppose to know...not robotic, not mechanistic. Natural. Knowing just enough. Enough knowing. They aren't afraid to follow. Aren't afraid to lead. Just looking for the next shimmering pond ahead. Ah!
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