The Wild Geese Return to the northern reaches of the Missouri River valley brings to mind Mary Oliver

Thousands and thousands of wild geese all around us now.   Spring is nigh here on the northern Great Plains, on the Missouri River.   Their honking is the accompaniment to our lives.  Fifty degrees and sunny today.  Brings to mine the lovely Mary Oliver poem "Wild Geese"

Here is Mary, one of my favorite contemporary poets, reading "Wild Geese".
Mary Oliver reads Wild Geese

WILD GEESE

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.