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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