Under a sky alive with stars,

Geese fly high overhead,

So high I could not see them

Even if it were bright daylight. 

They call out encouragement

To each other and yes, to me

Below, willing to leave this earth

With courage and mindful intention. 

I, too, am aware that my time

At home in my northern world

May be done.

Every now and then one eclipses

A star in the darkness, a whole star

Darkened for a moment, in its path. 

How marvelous this coincidence

Of their going and my place-bound

Existence, until my spirit, perhaps,

Takes flight and travels alongside,

Toward a different, brighter world,

Somehow remembered before

Time began.