North for Geese

It is late and I’ve lost my way
but I will not follow the sun.
I slip along hedgerow and snow fence,
I am a secret, I am a theme–

All these glowing houses
push back the falling blue;
this is not what they were promised–

     Milk
     Bread
     Greens

their failing dreams a grocery list

but winking, I am sunset
I gather light like berries
my wayless walking a wind
in last year’s leaves

I leave my moon footprints
and the squirrels think I am
the source of their miraculous stores

while among the dinner and dirt
and clean clothes raining
dogs sniff toward me then ignore me
for sticks and tails

but I block the moon.
I am North for geese,
a goddess because
he sees me.

– Teresa Kiplinger

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