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