The door is open
Everyone is welcome
A song summons our voices
In a ramshackle
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 forth
From out 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