Post Pentecost

An Original Poem

On the day after Pentecost, I thought I would share an original poem. One piece of information that might be valuable to the reader is that in Celtic Christianity, the person of the Holy Spirit was often portrayed as a wild goose.

Last night, in dreams, I caught a wild goose.
Head height to my elbow, insistent, strange,
I contained it to a room, worked on commands,
read companionship in its stillness, 
in how it acquiesced to place. Up close its
down was tame brown, but when given space
its coverts flared as epaulettes, culmen 
a fiery crown. Indoors for days, I chanced
the air, where soundlessly it flew away - 
my heart left open, keening for return.