How to Get There

 

Sometimes, the words

flying around inside my brain,

are like a massing flock of blackbirds;

swooping, looping, dipping, dropping,

landing in the crowns 

of leafless trees.

How do they not collide?

At other times the words

organize themselves;

seem to have a direction

and purpose,

flying in an orderly allignment,

like the neatly arranged chevron

of Canada Geese,

or Sandhill Cranes,

that know where they're going

and how to get there.

© 2025 Richard Havenga

Photo Locations:

1. 2. & 3. San Pedro River - Sierra Vista, Arizona

4, Home Skies - Cannonsburg, Michigan