Geese

 Driving through the night

into the morning the miles melt

Before the edge of the horizon

clouds are forming.

Shiny as quicksilver they change

shape like mercury spilt on the floor.

A flock of Canada geese fly in V formation

I am driving to share

the final breaths of my mother

and sadness has my soul.

They are as a sign to rest my blues

Free and well

full of life’s natural structure.

They are saying its alright

don’t be blue all is well

life will go on.

Fly to your place in the world

Fly like us.

We are following the plan that we need.

My breath is taken for a moment.

My eyes straining to follow them,

into the sunlight,

Into my life.