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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