What to do when you're lost
Where the flock is everybody?
Be on the lookout for lost geese!
$5 buys me enough time to write one decent draft line of a poem. If you enjoy my work, consider becoming a paid subscriber. When you sign up for a paid subscription, you are giving me precious writing time. I promise not to waste a moment of it. (Plus, you get complimentary digital copies of all the books, zines, and comic series I publish!)
In the fall, some of the Willamette River sloughs experience cyanobacteria* blooms that coat the surface of the water with a green-blue scum. Waterfowl love it!
During a hike a few autumns ago along the Oxbow Slough, a lone goose began frantically flying back and forth across the water, calling out with a reverberating “honk.”
Geese regularly migrate along the river, but it’s rare to ever see a single bird.
Perhaps it was just my imagination, but the goose seemed lost. It had been left behind by its flock and now only wanted to know it had not been left behind or forgotten.
Have you ever felt that sense of panic—that your flock has moved on without you?
What do you do when you’re lost (whatever lost means to you.)
*Cyanobacteria has 7 syllables and will be making an appearance in a haiku comic later this week or next.
Here is an earlier haiku comic about loneliness:
Be the weird you want to see in the world!