Everything

Ten million geese,
maybe more,

paint the slate Autumn sky

in magnificent white rivers

converging here.

Wordless before such power,

we gaze upwards
at their dazzling dance,

their astonishing songs

of V-shaped beauty.

As tears stream

across our faces,

waterfalls of awe propel

us forwards

to a future where everyone stands

and is vulnerably longing,

and everything, absolutely

everything,

belongs.