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.