Wild Geese

The wild geese
have taken to the sky,
following an invisible highway
that I can not see…
Their call into the Fall morning expanse
sparks a longing in me
to set myself free
and follow the pull that I’ve forgotten,
hidden beneath
the frantic assemblage of my mind
to morph into something I am not.
The geese call us to remember
to reach out into the crisp air
and find our breath
beneath the heart beat that ignites
the truth of our light,
midst the cracks in our lives,
where the road
when we step out of holding back…
I run towards them,
these wild geese in the sky,
and take off
as if I had been flying
all of my life…

20 x 20 acrylic
work in progress...