Flying away

For the dverse open link night, at Kim’s suggestion, a geese poem

Did you see the geese, the arrow pointing north,

the kith and kin with their invisible bonds?

Did you hear the sound, the joyous deep-voiced song,

of sky sailors, plying oars that plough the clouds,

and in the night, set their course by the stars?

Such strength, such fortitude that carries them

the breadth of the earth and back again.

Would you follow me through the Arctic night

should I gather up my wings and fly away?

Would you call, the wind in your face,

and ask me to wait, while the cold sun sets,

and the ice glitters in the pinions of our wings?

And do I dare risk all, happiness and sorrow,

and throw in my lot with the wild north wind?

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