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Transitions

Geese know when to move on

And when to come back

Something to do with

Finding the open water

At just the right time

And not a moment too soon


The river has started to freeze over

But they're still here

Some honk more than others

But none of them seems concerned

They just walk on the ice

And swim where the water still flows


Someday, probably very soon

Something will nudge them on

Collectively, it would appear

And en masse they'll head south

To sunshine and open waters

Unconcerned, again, about when they'll return


And as I stand at the water's edge

Mud and ice beneath my feet

I am more and more convinced

The Something will nudge me too

At just the right time

And not a moment too soon


My feet and my spirit both stand

At the edge of transition:

Ice and water, fall and winter

But I set my eyes on the geese

Who walk on the ice

And swim in the flow


Unperturbed and unhurried

Flapping their wings and embracing

The opportunity of now

And the unspoken necessity of rest

That precedes the migration to come


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