reunions and migrations
on the first of march we huddled together
and prayed to the sun god
promising to seek the straight and narrow path
that which leads to understanding
and forgiveness
though we speak the same language
we all arrived here from different points
each of us given a chance to free our mind
whether we wanted to or not
there is joy in telling and
comfort in listening
some of us sitting
some of us standing
others on the fringe of the all
encompassing circle
unsure whether to step inside
or forever fly alone
having committed to return to same place
and same time next year
we counted our blessings
and dispersed back into uncertainty
like migratory passerines
having predictable places to go
march two thousand eighteen
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