Wild Geese

Inspired by one of my favorite poets, Mary Oliver

In the golden afternoon, I met a friend

She is a wonderful poet.

She interested me in devotions paged by white spine

Worry ceases now in surprise.

As the fact comes to light

I find I too am a bride.

Married to amazement

As a bridegroom, I take the world in to my arms.

This became a reality by the sea

Now savored in the honeymoon of cream topped coffee of lucky charms.

Still I thirst

As I stumbled upon the uses of sorrow

A first in the world

of a new tomorrow

More coffee was drank

Leading me to understand

A box full of darkness can be a gift

With one pull of pretty ribbon everything gets a lift

In a land of blue horses and dog songs

We swam upstream and righted all my wrongs

We learned we need beauty

It makes us ache to be worthy

 

Where soft mornings greet us hello

And tell us its a serious thing to be alive

By this fresh morning, in this broken world with my white dog Kiddo

Where wild geese roam

Reminding us we do not have to be good

or walk on our knees

For a hundred miles repenting without hope

Its ok to be a soft animal with love for spending

We are like the geese

Wild and free

High in the clean blue air

Heading home in a world rarely fair

Yet no matter how frightening

The world offers itself to our imagination

Emerging my eyes with colors and brightness

With eternal fascination

We can be free

Let it all go

We need to stay home

There is a an enemy that is so close yet we can't see

We are not without hope

Our world not permanently bleak

Just in the family of things

Untied of all the strings

Like flying wild geese

To the place the poets transports through air

I find once again that voice in me

No matter how lonely

We can share

the joys

This feeling of life

The high of being free to myself

Declare good health

Worth more than richest wealth employs

I fly In the sky so high

With restored wings

Breathing and seeing

Without knowing it

Oh Mary

thanks for transporting me dear poet

When I was at my death

I was revived by fresh poetic breath

Now when I walk I see truth surrounding me

Like wild geese