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low-flying geese
only our fingertips
touch
Tanya McDonald
The Heron’s Nest
Vol. XXIII, No. 1 (March 2021)
All these poems were originally published in The Heron's Nest. I chose to confine my search there not just for the quality but also for the convenience of its online archive.
Guest Editor: Scott Mason
low-flying geese
only our fingertips
touch
Tanya McDonald
For some reason the sound of geese makes me homesick, even if initially I do not know which home.
I can imagine either the author felt that she could, might be able to, touch a wingtip with a fingertip, with mutual permission of course OR that the author is someone else, and that they touched fingertips in both an imitation of the geese, and also that they wanted to connect human to human. This might be a friend, a lover, even a stranger, but the haunting calls of the geese can make us realise a special homing signal, and wanting connection.
warm regards,
Alan
low-flying geese
only our fingertips
touch
Tanya McDonald
I've touched clouds at Dharamshala...
They say in Lonavla, you can touch the heavy monsoon clouds in July.
Been living there - but could never do that ... I think it's not every time, every year.
Must be fun, though.
But, touching low-flying geese is another thing altogether!
Lovely!
I remember touching the low-sailing clouds in Meghalaya where you can actually touch them. In fact, they seem to pass through your face, eyes and head. Such a beautiful experience!
Thanks team.