Why Fly When You Can Walk

Poemata XCI

Pedestrian goose / a cryptid by all measure / “share the road” with lunch.

Geese must cross the road 
   and I must watch and wait
Cannot run them flat,
No one has signed up for that;
Without sense of time
   and a love of fate
Crossing rather slow,
When this is ending-- don't know;

Joking to myself
  an opportunity
Patiently reflect
On ever-present disrespect;
Deriving meaning from
  this silly vacuity
Painting with the clouds
Seeing great wisdom in crowds;

Nonsense all of it
  but running down the clock
While the geese don't cross
Leaving our schedules at loss;
But no hurry here
  as if to slyly mock
Insignificance
Stolid with intransigence; 

Be the geese, they say
  -- a funny moment here
"be like god, you see"
Senseless as divinity;
What they have in mind
  does not to me appear
More than but a shade
Personal god they have made;

Managing at last
  to slide around the flock
"that's your second strike"
Making a note or such-like;
Some are kind to beasts
  but I must now take stock:
Will not blame the youth
Daring to feast on the goose.