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Ancient Instincts

 
The passing ages raise mountain ranges
To lofty heights beyond memory, †
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Making greater the distance between †
River and lake and honored pastures. †
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And every year the geese fly across the †
Deep blue morning of a dying autumn. †
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Hunters in the bulrushes blinded by †
The airless sun hearing them pass overhead †
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Where the seasons await the spirit flute †
Of their calling, that knife a brilliant sky, †
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Following the ghosted pull of fate †
Approaching cliffs split fine as hair †  
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Of the agile mountain goats who leap †  
The narrowing gap that grinds closer, †
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Siphoning winds of the ancient instincts †
With their irrepressible forces, †
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Or so the abandoned totems †  
Of talking trees have always shown. †
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As tribal shaman teach that it is the †  
Noble way of their kind; a thousand-mile trip †
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In an unrelenting, unchanging migration, †
Where only the bravest will find their way †
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Through the eye of that mist-filled needle, †
To arrive safely home on the other side. †
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Copyright©️2018 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved. †
NaPo/GloPoWriMo 2018
Jade-Pandora
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Published | Edited 8th Apr 2018
Author's Note
Day 6
When I was small, I heard an ancient North American tribal story about migrating geese who, over thousands of generations, never varied the path they flew no matter how the land changed,...
Day 6
When I was small, I heard an ancient North American tribal story about migrating geese who, over thousands of generations, never varied the path they flew no matter how the land changed, increasing the danger of the journey. Then later as an adult I watched a TV documentary about the migratory habits and patterns of various creatures such as sea turtles whose length of migration over possible millions of years had grown from mere hundreds of miles to thousands due to continental shifts and the broadening of the ocean. It was what I learned about this particular species of sea turtle (which, I think, live somewhere off the coast of western Africa), coupled with the old legend about geese, that has coalesced into this poem.
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