Wild Geese At Dawn
Canadian Geese flying south
and trucks on the highway
jostle for space
in my ears.
The trucks remind me of where I am
in time and place,
while the geese remind me of a lifetime
of here and nows
present, with the wonder
of simply being.
The geese moving with the seasons,
following shifting pathways
of water and crops,
honk as they go;
“Here we are, here we go!
All together now,
here we come!”
The trucks meanwhile
just zoom past
heading, who knows where
on their own.
(9/26/22, first published in my 6th book of poems, OUT OF TIME OUT OF MIND, 2022)
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