A Great Migration

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Ginette Callaway  ginettecallaway.com

The earth turns
   moves steadily
      on its long axis
and in its turning
   we move along
      slow as ants
lugging treasure
   from here there
      to hide in caves
in mounds of earth
   the piled detritus
      of our own past
and civilizations
   so small history
      takes little note
here for but a day
   ’til gone forever
      dust to dust
ashes to ashes 

“Watching the geese go south I find that even in stillness
and even in my home alone without a thought or a movement
I am part of a great migration that will take me to another place.” ~ David Whyte

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to A Great Migration

  1. Each one of us is so very insignificant in this vast universe, yet every single hair on each of our heads is counted. Your ant analogy brings to mind many thoughts about the society in which we live, here at this point in time. Unfortunately, too many of them are negative.

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