A goose is more than a Wawa bird.
I know you are one of the ones who know this.
Watch him soar alone
over the desolate parking lot
lost, looking for a V to join,
just like us,
lost & looking in the over-lit sky
for a star to name Purpose.
I think I may have found mine.
It told me to tell you
you deserve happiness,
& to follow Purpose, wherever it is,
to think of poems to write
instead of rushing to please the impatient patrons of the deli
(& to pepper in an ampersand, for me),
to stage a revolution
by gutting yarn with your crochet-hook
(maybe today’s solution to the world’s problems is a hand-made beanie)
to speak soft as dew on the grass.
(The world is drenched of tenderness;
it needs you.)
When life gives you lemons, make zest.
