Go Where the Wild Goose Goes?

Even the wild geese
run amok today.
They flit and fly
directionless;
argue over the navigator’s post.

Not making a vee-line
to the north or south,
but flying aimlessly,
this way and that,
thin then fat
in breadth of wings.

They sing; no, cry,
as they go by,
their vee wavering
into a double u or a zee.

Oh, me,
has all this world
lost sight of its Guide?

Do even the creatures of the air
flit here and there
not knowing where
to find
peace of mind,
the kind that rests
in comfortable understanding,
or beyond its perfection?

©January 17, 2004