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Geese cannot pick up their young and take flight, lifting them into the air; all they can do is swim, carrying the goslings through the water atop their backs. First-year geese have a survival rate of 50-70 percent. Geese mate for life and love their young fiercely. They are quite emotional creatures.
Three geese sitting atop posts like sentinels
watch as two goslings below the dam
swim against the tide
crashing into the falling water
over and over
fighting to get back to where they were.
No way to go but down.
They settle on a rocky clearing above the water,
tired and wet,
shaking the water off of their backs—unaware.
The mother goose looks at me and calls to me
(we don’t share a language—
but I understand her desperate cry for help).
She lays down flat on the post, despondent and resigned.
The flock comes to her and surrounds her.
I cannot look away or leave;
we are bearing witness.
Cruelest world takes life every day,
and sometimes there is nothing we can do but watch.
Mar 7, 2025
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@PICKLEDLUYA god okay I will see if my bestie wants to watch it with me because I need to watch movies and cry with her lol ❤️
gm tater thank u for getting me in my feelings about geese so early in the day 🫡
@WORLDONFIRE good morning my queen I’m getting into my feelings about it too but at least we can feel it together in this moment 😭❤️🫂
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You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your kneesfor a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
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calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
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Enjoy this lovely poem. to me it connected to the feeling of loneliness and belonging alongside the burden of “goodness” and “purity” in which humans feel a constant need to uphold.
It spoke to my queerness not only in regards to sexuality but who I am as a person beyond that. A poem on not just self acceptance but bringing ourselves back to our roots, too nature and love and to be free from humanity’s disconnection and dependancy for shame. That we do belong, on this earth and with this nature, with our bodies and with others.
I do not have to be “good”
Let the soft animal of my body loves what it loves
I have been playing these words for months now, seemingly forgetting and re remembering them often. this poem is an important reminder for me to not overthink the things I love, do not restrict or distance myself from them. but instead to let myself be comfortable with the softest and kindest part of me, love unashamed. focus on the words “let” because it is one thing to be full of love but it is another to allow yourself to feel all of that Love.
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