Sonnet
I keep looking for something hard to keep.
To keep me. To keep me in. To keep me
In line. To keep me in line with. To keep
Me in line with light. To keep me
In line with light, easy, freedom-flying
Geese, ordered only be their love for south-
ern sunshine-heated bayous surprising
Them every year just how much they love
To be there. For them it ain’t hard to keep.
To keep in. To keep in line. To keep in
Line with the one up front, who simply keeps
In line drawn by a pure love for flying
Freely to where freedom beautifully
Bobs on the bayou, whose shores, so gently
Curved ain’t got in them a single hard line.
Peter Bisson, SJ
Posted at 15:48h, 10 OctoberThank you Greg!