Arriving

The journey
Above the mountains 
the geese turn into the light again 

Painting their black silhouettes 
on an open sky. 

Sometimes everything 
has to be inscribed across the heavens 
so you can find the one line already written inside you. 

Sometimes it takes a great sky 
to find that first, bright and indescribable wedge of freedom 
in your own heart. 

Sometimes with the bones of the black sticks left 
when the fire has gone out 
someone has written something new in the ashes of your life. 

You are not leaving. 
Even as the light fades quickly now, 
you are arriving. 

David Whyte