I saw them
through the open
window. Spring
brought them
to my life
and I felt
life within me.
A flight of
geese pounding
through the air
breasts beating,
hearts honking,
wings cleaving
all eternity
toward me as
I stood astonished
and rushed outdoors
to cheer them
on their way.
Winter came.
The house burned.
Machines pushed
my life, my hopes,
my labor, my
love into a ditch.
But when the
wind blows through
open windows
now and I
remember oh so
vividly the sight,
the smell, the
sounds of all
everything is meant
be be I long
for heaven
where once I
lived to see
the way I
thought it
ought to be.
♥