A flock, a flight
of geese splashing together,
no longer fighting
the upstream roar.

They lift into sky
their powerful legs and wide
wing-span made to rise above
the Snake River line.

Do you dream of flight?
Lifted high above the mind
Traveling by instincts
buried in soft feathers.

Finding flocks of freedom
in a gypsy migration
headed the same place
as you.