4:15 am. I’m running. Thoughts clanking and clanking and clanking around.
Mother Goose and 5 goslings on highway. Car approaching. I slow to see if they get out of the way. I stop. Car slows. Car stops.
Mother opens her full wing span and stands hissing in the middle of the highway – – guarding her babies against a 4000 pound mass of steel. Babies waddle off the road with Mother following closely behind. Car passes by.
I start running again. Another car approaching one mile out. I see the geese back on the highway.
CLANK. More than 30 years ago. I was a kid. Kids can be cruel. You were cruel. Let it go. Let it go. LET IT GO.
I can’t leave them. I turn back. I’m gasping for air. I shoo the birds off the highway into the Bay. The car passes by. I sit on the bank watching them swim away. Hands shaking. Chill sets in.
Monday Morning Wake-Up Call and the Birds? All living things are sacred…