How much has the bird already lived through,
goose “winging north in the lonely sky”
seeking a home
where water is clear and skies are blue?
Yet turbulence takes a toll.
Wherever this old bird thinks to fly
higher and higher it dodges the fire
of what has been and will be – desire.
That bird stays the course
the one that does not run smooth
landing like a lion,
a robed winged wounded lion
still able to radiate, for
it's too cold yet for bare skin on the earth