As You Darlings Do

A team of geese soar
across soft grey sky
and heavens.
And I ask them:
How do you know
where you are going?
Is the knowledge you keep
in cell, in bone,
in feathered white wings?
I don’t gather you dwell
so hard,
so long,
so doubtful
the way we humans brood.
Perhaps I, too, could move
as you darlings do,
from a place so deep,
so trusted,
so true.

By Gillian Florence Sanger