Fly South

Haphazard V
Squawks of geese
Overhead flying
Crank my neck
Stopped in tracks
Imagining that
I could follow
Their trail

Fly south
Fly south
They say

To be free
Free as a flock
Of geese
Migrate at whim
Pick a new location
No compass
Just instinct

Follow the heat
Follow the heart,

Lest one thinks
Hopes, dreams
Too long
Too long…

And in waiting
For something
Loses everything


Fly south
Fly south



~ E



11 thoughts on “Fly South

  1. A huge huge flock of birds landed briefly in the trees behind my house last week and then flew away in two big formations. I took a picture because the noise they made alerted me to them.
    I totally get the yearning in this poem, Em. Well done! πŸ™‚

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