Goose Music...

I heard goose music
today from high in the sky,
that familiar V pointed
toward the south.
I know where they’re going and why.
I even know why they fly in a V.
Then, why am I haunted
by their music?
It is the sound of change,
the sound of experiences passed,
never to be gotten back.
Life that is now behind
us and exists only in memory.
Geese get to change every year,
we get to change in the moment
or time passes us by.
Would that I could migrate like the geese
and return to where I started each year