Lyrics

the door is open
everyone is welcome
a song summons our voices
in a ramshackle chorus

the stories I know well
but seem new every time they're
told at the table
I feel something graceful

the geese in the flyway

look at the baby
so small in my hands she
made it just barely
but make it, she did

look at her mother
and her mother's mother
in the kitchen together
in my mind, that is where they were forever

the geese in the flyway

the words pour
fourth from our hearts
the wine fills our cups
and fills them again

the stories we all know
fade when we're alone
a picture that depends on
each piece of the puzzle

when it comes in focus:
no matter what broke us
we all can be joyous
in tranquil observance

of the geese in the flyway