Geese In The Flyway

The door is open
Everyone is welcome
A song summons our voices
In a ramshackle

Stories I know well
But seem new every time
They’re told at the table
I feel something graceful

The geese in the flyway

Look at the baby
So small in my hands
She made it just barely
But make it, she did

Look at her mother and her mother’s mother
In the kitchen together
In my mind that is where they were forever

The geese in the flyway

The words pour forth
From out hearts
The wine fills our cups
And fills them again

The stories we all know fade
When we’re alone
A picture that depends
On each piece of the puzzle

When it comes in focus
No matter what broke us
We all can be joyous
In tranquil observance

Of the geese in the flyway