Nguyen Kakiu

I originally jotted down this poem when I first heard it quoted in a documentary DVD called Winged Migration. This was a documentary about birds and their migration patterns, much more interesting than it may sound—they took a small ultra-lite plane up and flew around with flocks of birds to get some fantastic close-up photography. A web search for the author turns up nothing, so apparently he has no books or collections of poety available. The DVD Winged Migration should be widely available; try Amazon.

In Our Next Lifetime

In our next lifetime
We’ll take care not to be humans.
We’ll be two wild geese
flying high in the sky.
The blinding snows,
The seas and waters,
The mountains and clouds,
The red dusts of the world,
From far above we shall see them—
As though we had never fallen.