the gifts of uncertainty

fairly sure they will migrate south

sometimes geese careen eastward

which keeps me watching, willing

to suspend belief

at other times not knowing dares me

intervene for this caterpillar in my 

path but also harm's way

one day it invited me to tilt my face

toward a stranger's eyes with

openness

wisdom-warmed curiosity, keep 

me from the sin of certainty

steering instead toward space

teeming with shared tales

poised on aliveness edges and filled

by keen, astonishing

tenderness

ls 10.20.21