5/19/2003

Everything
comes around
so often
I am
no longer sure
it matters
where
when
or what
we grab
and
hang on to.
Stacking firewood
early in the morning
I was nearly
driven crazy
by the eight
Canadian geese
walking
flying
landing
repeatedly
honking
at the top
of their voices
too
irrepressibly happy
by the change
in weather.
I
wanted them
to take their celebration
elsewhere
and
leave me in peace
with
the ancient manuscript
I found
beneath the wood pile
in a language
I should not
have understood
but do
and am now
looking forward
to what I believe
will be
a very good read.