Many of you spend each day waiting for a thundershower
Blockade your houses and empty your water tanks
Preparing for the worst in mind

River’s overflow and deluges come further but I remind thee
That no matter how hard the storms you endure may be
Locking yourself up only invites for thunder

Let your estuaries flow as all the suffering pours forth from you
Let it seep the ground and cause worms to rise
Only in extreme measures does true repentance come            

Yes, there is no boat for safety
But you can provide the means to build one
If you supply the grounds with more rain
And bespatter your lids with more salt

The sun shines again one day
Everything will dry up
The flowers stretch their limbs out towards you
Grabbing hold
Like a fly in a venutian trap
Perfuming you in a sickening sweet
Bees come and pollinate themselves off you
Providing life once again

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Niall Crisp is a 20-year old history major in his junior year of college. He stumbled across “Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver and wanted to spread a similar message in his own way.