revivial. a poem.

overhead i hear it

Branta canadensis

your true name

escapes even the wind

an autumn throbbing and flowing

past unfurled wings

seeking streams of air

gliding

unaware of the sun above

the only force

shifting

us north or south

east or west

the whole formation

flapping

wider and farther

even as we

venture

the same direction

* V *

Branta hutchinsii

brothers and sisters

squalling over

the

Jetty 

unpalling forgotten love

begging

for

all

the gaggle to return

*****

*****

“I have loved you with an everlasting love;
I have drawn you with unfailing kindness.
 I will build you up again,
and you. . . will be rebuilt . . .

. . . See, I will bring them from the land of the north
and gather them from the ends of the earth.
Among them will be the blind and the lame,
expectant mothers and women in labor;
a great throng will return.
They will come with weeping;
they will pray as I bring them back.
I will lead them beside streams of water
on a level path where they will not stumble . . . “

~Jeremiah 31:8-9~

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