The Walk Yesterday

Geese are roaming through my neighborhood Littering every single inch of sidewalk with feathers and poop Contrast to the perfectly manicured lawns Of perfectly manicured suburban families Too perfect I feel like I found true happiness on my walk Whistling while my strides come paced and measured Humans are like bugs the more I look at them under my microscope of criticism Killing and eating our own Wrapping our offspring in the silk of our wombs Protecting them from dangers to come But humans like every other living creature Succumb to the elements and the righteous hand of God Children are like geese They squawk and whine Complaining about every thing that inconveniences them The noises continue until they appreciate the value of silence The silence before a storm Or the way everything stops before a flood God granted silence for me on my walk Quieting the voices of the woman talking on a phone Or the screams of children on the playground God granted silence for me And the trees who were spared from swaying at the whim of a breeze And silence for the birds getting ready to devour their dinner of worms In their sharp, hooked beaks