I am jealous of geese
Because they feel everything
With intelligence
And without,
I think,
Thinking anything at all.
The press of dried grass into their bodies
The thickening of the cold water
The fall of the leaves
The lessening of the light
And that thing we all have
That makes us do what our mothers did
Before us and before them
And so on
To tap into that wisdom
Without thought or shame
To reach for the air
With perfect faith
That it can be caught
And to go
Sure that return is possible
So long as you keep feeling
Everything
Without thought or shame.
I am jealous of geese.
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