Flight Risks

What this juice of instinct, the extemporaneous
linking and herding of Canada Geese, of fawn and doe,
of every living thing. Of chitin-clad beetles, cock-
roaches, pathogenic entities, the shameless amoeba.
Of Labradors and spaniels, house cats and rats and mice,
of birds of every feather that flock together or fly
blindly into glass patio doors. I am ashamed that
my motor skills, so primitive in comparison, that
my inability to choose which cereal to pull off
a grocery store shelf, go flip-flop in the dark,
while great migrations of wildebeests and locusts
sprint unabashedly into target zones a thousand
miles away. But yet we all evolve into a spinning
cyclone of carbon destined for miraculous endings.