RESETTLING

BY MICHELLE RULE

Resettling

I hear the geese fly by above my house More than a gaggle their deep melancholy voices now frantic as they call friend and foe Time to go, time to go! Except one small collection that head simply from lakeshore to landfill

Somehow they lost the navigation gene damaged in some fluke of nature off kilter now through four even five generations

They still feel the urge of migration but work from a different map And as I make my daily move from bed to couch followed by dog and cat

I understand

I am a wayward goose