I Too Shall Return

Dark echelons of wild geese race the breeze.

In answer to a mute yet urgent call

They are returning to their emerald seas

Of northern marshlands, where the waterfall

Released from winter's boundaries fills the swamp.

Would I might likewise soar--My coronet

Be clouds and stars--returning Home to romp

Through meadows of the sky. I shall forget

That I am tethered when I see the light

Of my Primeval Home; unerringly

Swift-spiral upward, know the joy of flight--

Not long, not long till I am tether-free!--

How fragile are the chains of earth when I

See geese in ordered pattern mark the sky.