I didn’t expect this much space, this much time to myself. I didn’t plan to get lost.  My reference point for which way is back home has been missing. Where was the sun when I needed it pointing west? But still and all . . .The geese were a welcome sight.


About redmitten

author of Cracking Geodes Open, Making Good Use of August, and The Peppermint Bottle. poetry editor for IthacaLit. website: https://toomuchaugust.wordpress.com

5 responses to “>flight

  1. >I always get disoriented when I travel.Great shot of the monument with the geese homing in on it.

  2. >i don't know. for some reason your words capture that sense of being off balance in a unfamiliar location so perfectly. the monument looks like a giant needle in a compass that is momentarily not pointing you in the right direction….but at least the geese are.

  3. >Lovely. Your words, the scene.I just read this fabulous essay by Marilynne Robinson, "Hearing Silence: Western Myth Reconsidered," delivered at a conference in Montana, In the Thoreau Tradition. Do you know of it?

  4. >kass- you too? amanda- oh wow, exactly so! the geese are what settled me.kathleen- you are the second person to talk to me about marilynne robinson. no i haven't heard of the essay and now i am off to find it. thank you!

  5. >Your image and these words speak to me:"this much space, this much time"

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