Wild Geese over Ronaldsay
Wild Geese over Ronaldsay
Flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap
Clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack
Whuh, huh, whuh, huh, whuh, huh, whuh, huh, whuh, huh, whuh
What is the wind (around us) made of?
Not hard.
The breath of sun.
The sweat of moon.
The seeking of the migratories.
What is the land (below us) made of?
Not hard.
The fusion of light with ocean.
The stilling of planetary vibration.
The longing of the winged travelers.
What is this cloud (we pass through) made of?
Not hard.
The cast-off dress of the rainbow.
The lust of the building storm.
The intentionality of our journey.
Who hears the creak of our pinions?
Not hard.
Yon druid with his staff aloft.
Yon crofter whistling to his dog.
The woman—there!—with her unfurled hair.
What are her tears made of?
Not hard.
The grey and silver sight of us.
The erudition of our conversation.
Her winglessness.
Flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap
Clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack
Whuh, huh, whuh, huh, whuh, huh, whuh, huh, whuh, huh, whuh
~ RoMa Johnson
One Response to “Wild Geese over Ronaldsay”
Wow, Philip,
Both the images and the poetry are so beautiful, I can only be humbled and rejoice in the beauty of Mother Earth. I am so happy to have made contact with OBOD, my Inner Druid and you. I feel brimming full of so much life. love and warm Blessings to you from East Lothian Scotland. There is no Grove in this area so, I am thinking of forming one soon. Happy thoughts to you, and your wonderful work.
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