Geese in flight

Driving through the night
into the morning the miles melt.
Before the edge of the horizon
morning clouds are forming.
Shiny as quicksilver they change
shape like mercury spilt on the floor.
A flock of Canada geese fly in V formation
I am driving to share
the final breaths of my mother
and sadness has my soul.

They are as a sign to rest my blues
they fly free and well
full of life’s natural order.

They are saying its alright
don’t be blue all is well
life will go on.
Fly to your place in the world
Fly like us.
We are following the plan that we need.

My breath is taken for a moment.
My eyes straining to follow them,
A silhouette they  into the sunlight,
As I Fly Into my life.