Honk

[rejectomorph]

Geese are still flying north, but tonight they didn't start until after it was too dark to see them. It was clear and sunny all day here, but a blanket of fog, all white seen from this elevation, covered the valley. Maybe the geese are just trying to get away from the fog. Tonight there is a crescent moon, already fairly bright. It must be enjoyable to fly by moonlight and see the forest glinting below, especially after spending a day in grayness. But I can only imagine. I'm earthbound, and my grayness persists even through the brightest days. My foggy perception is something I can't fly from. I see the stars outside it, but only see them. Most of their light has gone elsewhere. Maybe there are some who can see it flicked from the flapping wings of the geese. I am not among them.




Sunday Verse

The Best of It

by Kay Ryan


However carved up
or pared down we get,
we keep on making
the best of it as though
it doesn't matter that
our acre's down to
a square foot. As
though our garden
could be one bean
and we'd rejoice if
it flourishes, as
though one bean
could nourish us.

Comments

[daisydumont.livejournal.com]

I never hear geese here, but I used to in Md. They tended to nest out at Ft. Meade, on the big lake there, and would fly over just making noise. I miss them, come to think of it.

I didn't even grow one bean last summer. Oh well, a green thumb's something I don't have anyway.

[rejectomorph]

I wouldn't mind a garden of one bean if it was a magic bean.