I don't believe in destiny or plans Or the idea that things happen for a reason. I don't believe in reason. I don't believe in God. I believe only in getting up. I believe in seeing what will happen. This morning I did just that And went for a walk, And a flock of Canada geese Took flight not far from me Though I was in the woods And I heard the flap of their wings, Felt the rush of their flight, Looked up, And thought of my grandmother, Who always thought of her father When she heard the Canada geese take flight. In the flap of those wings, The displaced air gave way to my ancestors. We were there, together, As we always have been. It was not a gift. It was an accident of circumstance, And it meant everything.