Painting by Ohara Koson

Painting by Ohara Koson

We’ve begun again
in the direction of home
as the first sharp winds
sweep changed leaves
onto the lake – they’re taken.

This is the first time
this has happened again.

We’ve done as we came to do,
by not a wish of our own,
but a marrowdeep migration
we’ve always made
on weakening wings.

The coming together, the falling
out of formation, dizzying rests
for breath and grazing.

As we came to do,
we’ve come and done
for the first time once more,
chasing the skirts
of summer gone and back again.

Toward home in the cycle at home
in the turn in the cycle home
in rotation of ponds and puddles
creeks and lakes
seas and streams
we’ve always never seen.

We land swimming and fly singing,
as we came to do.

© Toko-pa Turner