Geese Out of Time

Geese Out of Time

Along the water’s edge, baby geese feed,

Heedless of cars driven by headless men

In a hurry to go they know not where

To do they know not what. Geese do not heed

Them, do not surrender, though they would seem

To sacrifice themselves in the onslaught,

Their slow moving souls saying “we are here,

And our children are here, and they will cross

Like turtles and good Yankee neighbors;

They have been here since well before the road,

And they will be here when here again returns

To nowhere, the delights of the ages well spent.

Traffic piles up where people note the birds.

No place to go, they’ve abandoned all words.

Author: Sandy Lee Carlson

Photo: David Wirzba on Unsplash