Once again I'm at my parents' grave,
a joyous journey, not too far-
to bring bright Autumn flowers.
I settle in on my camp chair,
relishing the quiet,
that timelessness we receive so hungrily
when our ancestors are near.
Maple leaves rustle in the wind.
And then-
Gazing across the mowed grass,
they come into my awareness.
Almost silent,
all in a row, eyes on the ground,
pecking here and there for a worm-
The Procession of the Geese!
Oblivious to me, oblivious to the graves,
uncaring of the names or the dates,
in a long parade they step,
with the occasional honk,
intent on finding food.
"Here is some life for you!" they call,
webbed feet stepping purposefully
through the grass.
"Regenerate, and keep going!"
All sixty of them call to me,
in the voice of Life itself.
Annelinde Metzner
September 28, 2022
Well, a goose blessing is pretty neat, whether they intended it or not...there's all that wild wonderful flying and swimming energy they represent!
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ReplyDeletewhen our ancestors are near" moves me deeply Annelinde. I remember very clearly that cemetery where your parents are buried, and am very focused on my own ancestors at this time. Thank you for continuing to voice your heart and your work. (I have once again tried to post with my name and url but it says it's invalid so I must post 'anonymous'. This is Susa.)