Like a Wild Goose

When I get up in the morning
I'm like Velcro the sloth.
At breakfast, memories and today's blueprints
unroll around me, a stolid elephant.
By noon I'm going fast
through the day's savannah, like a leopard;
later, I stubbornly follow the plan,
trotting along like a loaded donkey.
As the sun goes down I slump and fizzle,
sinking into moss and leaves like a toad.
And through the night my soul soars,
flying over plains and mountains like a wild goose.

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