Wild Geese

I share with poet Mary Oliver a love of nature; yet, she far surpassed me in her understanding of it and her ability to capture the complex beauty of the simplest bits of nature. Sunsets, crickets, pond frogs, and wild geese. In this poem, Mary Oliver tells us that dwelling in our despair only keeps us from flying high in the clean blue air where the wild geese make their way home. Meanwhile, the world goes on, she tells us. This is a poem for the lonely, the lost, and those who despair about what is and what will be.