SPRING

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-

released.

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:

sea spray,

soil,

snow melt on pond

bouy and buttercup,

bouncing baby goats,

ground thaw,

spring awe.

The million starlings in my mind swoop

this way

then that,

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,

take over,

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

kinetic, magnetic

moving the world forward with its gentle hand on our back.

The discordant geese are calling us

towards the

gluttonous days of summer

they’re fat with watermelon possibility

and I am starved for their sweetness.