Walking by the River, the Morning After

Joe Biden was declared the winner–

across the river, they danced in the streets
and horns honked. Here, it was quiet,
geese sailed serenely; their own squabbles settled
with brief in-your-face trumpeting and posturing—perhaps
not so different, as they fall into formation–and yet,
I watch them take turns leading, caring for each other,
soaring in a victory V, circling. Then
as dawn laughs, and the water blushes,
the horizon, foreshortened, expands,
Philadelphia emerges from the fog, the sky
much bluer than it was.

I missed Peter’s dVerse prompt on Tuesday to write poetry bearing witness to our local neighborhood, so I’m linking to the dVerse Open Link Night, where Linda is hosting.

78 thoughts on “Walking by the River, the Morning After

  1. Oh I do love the metaphorical use of geese here! And the streets filled with a joyful flock as Pennsylvania was declared. The cacophony of noise — geese swarming — people releasing …excellent post!

  2. Well, not yet lifted completely until he has finished making the nation suffer through his departure, fearing what his retaliation may be. He will not fade away quietly, no matter how much we wish for it. He will ride the wave of the 80 million or so who voted for him, rallying them to create mayhem, and they carry the guns to do it unfortunately.

  3. We have NOT seen the end of Donald and, no doubt, WILL NOT see it for some time to come. And the shambles he’s leaving behind will be difficult to rebuild, not to mention the social rift(s) he has created and/or exacerbated.

    Very effective work, Merril.

  4. It certainly is a relief! I just hope everything goes smoothly next year in January 💝 especially love; “and the water blushes, the horizon, foreshortened, expands,
    Philadelphia emerges from the fog.” 🙂

  5. Wonderful poem. We are not so very different than those geese sometimes,
    geese sailed serenely; their own squabbles settled
    with brief in-your-face trumpeting and posturing—perhaps
    not so different, as they fall into formation.
    May we move forward together like the geese.

  6. I love the contrast right at the beginning and the goose metaphor is stunning, Merril., especially the victory V. I also love the personification of the dawn and the water – a joyous new day!

  7. Philadelphia emerges from the fog, the sky
    much bluer than it was.

    What a relief! Finally, the light of day emerges and all are happy with the outcome. There cannot be another term to gamble with lies not consistent with good governance

    Hank

  8. The ending is so beautiful in description and thought “as dawn laughs, and the water blushes” I enjoyed the geese caring for each other in a victory V as well. The whole poem makes me smile with hope.

  9. This is such an interesting, nay thought proving piece, Merril.

    Horns honking, geese trumpeting….
    Did you use the word “trump eting” on purpose… the way I saw it, or?
    After watching the reports on the election, I feel this poem is double entendre.

    I’m happy Joe won!

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