lead, follow, and get out of the way


above north sea findhorn dunes

a double V of geese in flight

< a diamond in their midst >

confirmed the minstrel elder’s lesson:


leaders lead to create draft

in which others trail;

then others assume the peak

and former leaders fall back

to gather breath again;


and those whose wings

manage not brunt of wind

occupy the diamond


and the flock courses

across time and space

between dune and cloud


each pair of wings

breasting its share

of flock flight south


missing those geese

no longer keeping up.




[In a late afternoon session in Universal Hall, near the end of the New Story Summit hosted by the Findhorn Foundation, a presenter (who reminds me of Kesey and the Merry Pranksters; who had greeted summiteers with song, art and skit throughout the week) told the story in puckish style of flocks of geese in flight: strong fliers take turns at the peak of the V; there is no one leader, but many who are in turn followers.


Later that afternoon, as sunset approached, a group of us walked to the beach just north of The Park, along forest, through scrub over dunes to the coast. Along the way a flock of geese flew over our heads, in a double V formation with a diamond shaped form of geese in the middle. It was an affirmation of the presentation and the harmony found between nature and the community of Findhorn.]

Copyright James Phoenix 2017

updated 5/7/2017