Poem-a-day

[greenstorm]

#42

Maybe it’s only that the geese include me
As they circle the yard in a group,
Speaking softly among themselves:
Hello! Are you there? I’m still here.

Some days I write twenty pages
And some days my throat closes
And words escape me. Even then
I want someone to say, I’m still here.

Humans like consistency and I do too
But it’s not something I can provide.
The geese don’t mind
If I join their slow circuit or not
But when I do they say softly,
Hello. I’m still here.