Monday, July 21, 2014

Homing

This late winter

two Egyptian geese wing by,
their croaking calls flap
the air, this African dawn.

The last Egyptian geese I saw
stood quietly on the banks
of an ancient fish pond

of a Norbertine monastery
in the European low lands,
the spawning  vijver of the old abbey:

timeless, and in time,
placed out of place,
silent in the falling words

of midsummer rain.

 - Brian Walter

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