This morning a sharp line of geese cut through the sky over the farm
splitting open the gray to reveal the blue beneath.
The sky, undressed could breathe again, for the first time in months-
I too am ready to strip off the heavy winter days
let the sun laugh on my skin,
free my toes to explore a world of thoughts I had forgotten I owned:
snow melt on pond
bouy and buttercup,
bouncing baby goats,
The million starlings in my mind swoop
a dance of possible directions too delicious to resist,
there is no controlling this sudden wildness,
no way to redress the sky (or my soul) in winter gray.
I breathe in deeply,
let the season awake me,
drive me in directions winter had convinced me I was afraid to go.
I wait for the rest of the world to be pinched awake by a coastal wind
moving the world forward with its gentle hand on our back.
The discordant geese are calling us
gluttonous days of summer
they’re fat with watermelon possibility
and I am starved for their sweetness.