Sandra S. McRae
Timing
It is the second to last time I will see her
though I don’t know it yet
and just as I pull into my mother’s driveway
and step out of the car
a hundred wild geese
skim the sky overhead
laboring the air
honking and squalling
announcing my place
in the family of things.
Sandra S. McRae has noticed that grief and grace form a daisy chain
to help you climb out of the deepest wells.