Another unread poem for the altogether deserving eyes of you, fair reader. It’s a Saturday, so I will not keep you long, but this one was special, as it was another custom poem ordered up by an amazing soul, and in the process of reading the story, waiting for the real inspiration to hit, something profound happened.
Whilst waiting for the right words to introduce themselves to my brain, as I really don’t ever “sit down to write,” I always wait for the first line to come to me from wherever it comes to me from, that secret place that still won’t give me the coordinates to, and probably never will. In that waiting, this time, I heard the distinct sound of snow geese outside in the cold and fog. This noise has always been one of immediate action for Sarah and I, lifting us from whatever we’re doing, whatever we’re wearing, barefoot or otherwise, and forcing us onto the deck to peer into the night sky, most often orange from snowfall holding the city lights, just to try to find them.
We found them, we watched them, and then, the words came.
Sometimes, life chooses the stories we tell, the poems we write, and this was one of those instances. The geese, lost in the fog, mirrored the story I was told and asked to turn into poetry, and I couldn’t write it fast enough.
Below is the poem, and I’m so honored to share it with you. If you’re not yet a member of the exclusive community, we’d so very much love to have you, and you get access to posts like these, all original poetry that’s never been read before, and, most importantly, the most beautiful community I’ve ever seen built, filled with the very best people. Now’s a great time, as this place is 100% reader supported.
Anyway, on to the poem, and a special reading of it. *Also, note that the first part of the poem below, is actually the email I wrote to the client, explaining to them the events that lead to the creation of their poem. I don’t usually include that, but they asked, so I obliged. * Oh also, I’m still doing custom poetry, so if you are in the market, here’s a button for that, too.
And here, as another bonus, the audio of it:
So beautiful
Of course, like Mary Oliver, you write about geese
As always, thank you for sharing & showing up as you do.