POSSIBILITIES
How foolish must my human foibles look
To the geese who northbound pass sans itinerary, map, or compass,
Who venture forth in spite of rain never stopping to complain.
Who might wonder at my need of props that only end up being blocks to flight,
“How,” they ask, “could we ever fly if we only dared to try in just the right conditions?
Or carried baggage and required assurance of the destination?”
Surely a human has the possibilities of a goose!
What am I afraid of?
What is needed to set me loose?
© Barbara Brewster 20-8-88
