the geese turn into
the light again
black silhouettes
on an open sky.
has to be
inscribed across
the heavens
the one line
already written
inside you.
a great sky
to find that
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire
has gone out
something new
in the ashes of your life.
Even as the light fades quickly now,
you are arriving.