Goose

December 15

 

GOOSE

 

 

I round this corner nearly every day.  There in the field stands a flock of problems
pecking the ground and flapping their wings. 
Uniform and regular, the honking and squawking is undistinguishable from
yesterday.  I ponder and squint; are
these the same or yet another gaggle making their way along a migratory
path?  Trouble is feral, skulking the
edges of the field but never sheltering in the yard.  I must leave my hands off, knowing these are
not mine.  The feathers fly and I gather
the strays acutely aware of the ticklish nature of this.  Awkwardly I face the truth, no matter how
much of a perplexity this is to me or to others, it is only geese.

 

 

Run because you
want to and the starter’s whistle won’t bother you.

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Crazy Time

 

 

Picking the right time to be crazy

seems to be the key to getting away with it.

Wanting to get away with it slants the field a tad.

 

What crazy is, changes from place to place,

which puts all the more emphasis on the timing.

The surrounding company and barometric pressure,

play parts and put on airs.

 

Lighting, lighting must also be involved,

I assure you I don’t know how

and can’t calculate the Ohms,

but I flip the switches in case it helps.

 

I have mapped for you a fair amount more than I know.

I wish you well on your attempt,

for crazy is a kindred club,

I would hate for you to feel inept.

 

 

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You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

http://www.amazon.com/Sober-On-The-Way-Sane/dp/1440417342/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576888&sr=8-1&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/More-Lines-From-My-Life/dp/1448677203/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576956&sr=8-1&keywords=More+Lines+From+My+Life