northbound flight- Gabriela Dziekan

In my youth 

springtime was spent at a retention pond 

greeting the returning geese from their northbound flight

 Offered whatever stale bread I could muster up from my pantry

walking home with weary eyes became familiar 

I was never able to feed them all 

no matter what technique was used

one always reigned supreme 

The hisses ring within the cathedrals of my mind

it wasn't my fault 

but somehow I could have done more 

looking back

 It seems I’ve been given more than proposed

gifted a heart too big for my body

trained to never leave any for me

Somewhere between the pews of this holy church 

horrible habits came to be.