Memories Unlearned

Oh my God the geese! Standing in my yard while wave after wave of them fly over the roof of the house from the NW to the SE. Each wave ebbs and flows, the geese almost exactly the same distance apart the V is straight and they fly strong. And the ruckus! Talking and calling to one another. As they meet in the big migration they sound like a gaggle of guys at the club, or women catching up on the news across the fence. You can hear the sergeant honk his orders, his voice is deep. A trailer squawking wait for me, her voice screams. They just keep coming like the tireless waves against the shores breaking up occasionally, their order broken, gliding amiss. Sensing; ever slowly; the geese find the scent, catching the current that holds primal instincts unlearned spiriting them back into shape. Now stragglers of two; A quiet – Then a new wave, large enough to surf. How powerful the swoop of free spirits beats into my awareness of self. Spring, motivation, renewal, time to flourish, this beautiful wild earth. The last waves, are they the last waves, seem tired; pressing to reach the unseen place of ancient memories.