February 19, 2015

For Life


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

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.