The door is open, everyone is welcome
A song summons our voices in a ramshackle chorus
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