A Slant Message

Tell them how tame geese lure wild ones
close, and then what happens. Go ahead,
explain. Give all the usual reasons
that people use for their treachery.


Far off, mingled with wind and rain, coasting
their strong wings clearly down a long
staircase of air, the wild ones turn arcs
of trust, mated for life by their truth.


Sometimes I wake, my wings are set, dawn
has targeted my face, I hear voices
caIling me in. My steep dive true
into the world ends my wide dream.

Faint all day in the sky, trails thrill
their way, like this, into my talk, my telling.