A Poem by John Lee
previously published in The Dragon’s Letters
Geese know the ancient path
their parents laid out for them
in the sky.
When horses are born
the first thing they do is walk,
even if their legs are like water.
Animals seem to know what to do
when it’s time.
I remember the first time
a woman said, “Let me hold you.”
This was a path I could not remember.
I turned and twisted my body like a
colt leaving the birth canal.
Finally I fell into the deep grass of her arms.
I lay on my left arm
till it went sound asleep.
Unlike the newborn, I didn’t care if I ever
stood on my own two feet again.