Wily geese advance guard, silent snake-neck
bobbing to attentive just-hatched goslings
sitting stones on the path, waiting to peck
on command. Now. Hurrying, jostling

again and again I surrender, yield
as I step intentional, aim to wield
the highest trajectory I perceive,
air my resentments and still grace receive.

Clear the air of entrenchment. Emotions
gush as the logjam clears. Death in motion
an actual widowmaker here. Love's
alchemy glorious, bold treasure troves.

Inspired by: Wily, Gush, Widowmaker and Actual. And a communication lesson delivered in silence by a gaggle of geese this morning. The parents stood guard, the goslings poised like stones until two low dips of the neck signaled: it's safe to run to the feeder!


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