WILD GEESE
I hear the geese before I see them. Their syncopated honking heralds their passage, a wedge plowing a furrow through the night sky under the watchful eye of a waxing moon.
They carry with them secrets our science will never fully unravel. Is all that ceaseless honking the amiable bantering of any group travelling together or instructions being passed down the line? How does it feel to lock on to a line of magnetic energy and just know it is the right way? For that matter, how do they know where to go or when they they have gotten there?
Perhaps it is punishment for some original sin or just the way things turned out. I don't know. But the older I get the more I am filled with sadness at being shut out from so much of the natural world around me.
We got to where we are thanks to our intelligence, but at what cost? In the solitary confinement of our brain we can look out through the prison bars to the very edge of time, but the geese and their secrets are forever beyond our grasp.
January 2009
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