a eulogy for crossing geese

Mom was just trying to get them home

A few days ago, I was driving when a mother goose stepped onto the interstate with her goslings behind her. Our car narrowly avoided them—but none of the others behind me did.

I can’t stop seeing it.

The mom looked so certain. Like she believed she was leading them somewhere safe. Like she’d done it before.

I had to write about it to help untangle the knot…