One Single Impression: Migration

I am jealous of geese

Because they feel everything
With intelligence

And without,
I think,

Thinking anything at all.

The press of dried grass into their bodies
The thickening of the cold water
The fall of the leaves
The lessening of the light

And that thing we all have
That makes us do what our mothers did
Before us and before them
And so on

To tap into that wisdom
Without thought or shame

To reach for the air
With perfect faith
That it can be caught

And to go

Sure that return is possible
So long as you keep feeling
Everything

Without thought or shame.

I am jealous of geese.


One Single Impression

Comments

  1. Anonymous8:02 PM

    Very thought provoking. Why do we do certain things that are ingrained. Interesting.
    The Bach

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  2. what a beautiful poem, sandy. i think i envy geese, too. :D

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  3. Anonymous1:22 AM

    that is wonderful Sandy...

    Yes, i am jealous of Geese too a little now..

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  4. Geese! I love geese. And what a truly breathtaking poem. The imagery jumps out of the words and really made an impression on me. Did you write that? Because if you did, then I'm a whole lot more jealous of you than I am of geese.

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  5. Anonymous6:45 AM

    Thanks for sharing your photo albums. Some great pics!
    The Bach

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  6. I am jealous of Mother Goose. Her knowing that if you let them go they will return. It is true too.

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  7. Instinct and Intuition --- this is what animals and humans have in common, to move without thinking; a perfect set of eyes. There are times when human intuition is hampered by human “intelligent”, the third eye. Animal lives by instinct alone, therefore it is easy for them to move without thinking, whereas humanity have been taught that we must always think before we act, therefore we lose the use of our “inherent” gift of intuition; to act without thinking knowing, via insight, it is the right thing to do. Lots of “I’s” when discussing this subject ….

    I so enjoyed this --- your poetry is always thought provoking.

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  8. Wow, your poem spakes of wisdom and deep insight... I loved the emphasis you put on "feeling"... come to think of it, its an attribute which humankind and even animals share - I mean, a kind gesture would surely be acknowledged by, say, a dog! Therefore, its significance can never be undermined...
    Oh, and I was particularly partial about the geese part.. loved your imagery there, and the way you narrated what they feel in such delightful poetic garb.
    Thanks for sharing, and have a wonderful week ahead!

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  9. It does seem like certain things in humans (and the wild) are programmed as instinct. Your imagergy is strong and thought provoking. I had a strong image of geese flying in "v" formation in their annual migratory journey. Very well done Sandy.

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  10. This was deep and lovely...yes, I am jealous of geese, too. Beautiful poem, as always!

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  11. Ah, that amazing holism. Great words.

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  12. I had never thought to envy geese, but you make sense to me. :)

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  13. they let themselves to be ruled by nature as we sometimes fail to do....!!

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  14. Sandy, there will be a time when scientists tap into the minds of geese and we will know exactly how they think. I should say, "God willing," as the world may come to end or humanity be terminated like the dinosaurs were first.
    I would like to know the paramaters (engineer in me) that they are using to make their decisions.
    ..

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  15. I love the sentiment as well as the form ... excellent poem Sandy!

    Peace,
    JP/deb

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  16. Now even Iam jealous of geese

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  17. they've got some unique senses we humans beings lack...:)

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  18. Life is simple when you're a goose. "Can I eat it? Will it eat me?"

    We who think of ourselves as so much more evolved... we lost that somewhere.

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  19. well thot n well wrote :)

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  20. Anonymous2:17 PM

    Yes, there is something about them-
    I like your words, Sandy

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  21. Anonymous2:25 PM

    Yes, there is something about them-
    I like your words, Sandy

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  22. you write of a profound aspect of life, what comes naturally. Your poem is tender and honest. Thank you.

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  23. I too have stood tethered to the ground and watched them fly with a tinge of sadness and envy.

    Such interesting thoughts here, Sandy.

    I don't see Mr. Linky on OSI but I did post a piece. Have a great week.

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  24. I used to listen to so much Silly Wizard until I was absolutely... well, silly!

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  25. Anonymous9:52 AM

    Interesting... I like your meditation here. It's a sentiment that I've never seen followed before.

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  26. These are excellent qualities to be envied, for sure. Lovely piece!

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  27. I am jealous of Geese. Well, until Christmas, when they are put in the oven. Then, not so much.

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  28. There is a PARTY over here for SANDY CARLSON's birthday! Join me HERE!

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  29. I love the stanza about the pressed grass -- I could feel the texture of each line.

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  30. - -" I think I could turn and live with animals, they're so placid and self contain'd,..

    Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago, " - - whitman walt

    ur poem is lovely _ ' thought & shame ' are issues that often come up in jurisprudence , which
    interests me deeply ,but so does poetry & fair & honest writing..

    many thanks for sharing this ..

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  31. perfect poem Sandy; you said so much! I envy the geese too~

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  32. Wow.
    A wonderful tribute to my special friends, the geese.

    Thank you, Sandy

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  33. Sure that return is possible
    So long as you keep feeling
    Everything

    This poem is deep and full of longing. I too envy geese their lightness of being.
    Your poems have wings.
    Belated birthday wishes, Sandy. May this new year brings you peace.

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