February 19, 2015

For Life

Just before sunrise
geese honk overhead,
I hear their wings moving
through the air,
their calls fill 
the darkness,

Circling all around,
they descend upon us,
wave after wave,
their long trip over
with the rising sun;
we've been waiting all season
for them to arrive.

Like us, they
mate for life,
choosing another
if they lose the first,
at a loss
when love disappears.

They somehow forget
and finally move on,
searching for another,
who will know them by sound,
and sound alone.