to the futility of our worry

she worried about the dogs  distant barking
and the dog at her feet
and i was no one
to say don t

as i worried for her
with no reason
at all
too

and our geese flew overhead
calling like a pack
to move and eat
and die

from the shot and end
of grown fields
left so bare
calling

for movement only
long enough
to live
on

without the father
or the mother
or the way
beyond

following the next
call to roost
and pick
cold

ends taking all
into danger
to worry
blind

hiding from truths
left fo carry
on wings
split

by the reality beyond
the caring for
life going
to life

and we were lost in eventualities
and unable to listen to dreams
and our feet froze to land
spread and fell curled

about the leaving all left
and leaving those left
we left a way open
for leaving all

and left behind the wings flying on
and left behind the love of life
and left behind the worry
and all of our cares

and it was so bad
a bad dream
waking us
forward