The Call

*

Can you hear the geese?

the wiring sounds

of so many wings

in motion

A Reminder

of unremitting Change

*

the punctuated Call:

we’re here, there’s water

let‘s settle

for a moment

*

can you hear the geese

she says again

Elated

the honking cacophony

passes overhead

lasting

like the passing of a train

*

the Sound

*

a crescendo swelling

then fading

into the twilight

of damp Earth

*

the punctuality

of Nature

driven by degrees

of Sunlight

a gland

pineal

*

can you hear them

she says

*

through and through

I reply

through and through

*

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*

Relinquishing

Something in the sound

like the Unraveling of a rope long gripped in panic

the release of a Breath exhaled at last

the Cooling brought on at dusk on a summer’s day

a flock of geese Honking as they push north

the peal of water

*  *  *

Relief at assessing with my heart

there is nothing more I can do

the ultimate Act of trust

an order to the chaos of my life

A message in the heat

meaning in the migrating geese

purpose in the sound of water

*  *  *

the unraveling Rope escapes my hand

precipitates the notion Nothing

was there to begin with

only my will

*  *  *

relinquishing or the Acceptance

that I am infinitesimally small

in an immeasurably large universe

governed by laws intuited

within instants, Fade

the moment they take Form.

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