On a hike up the back mountain
my mother told me a story of a goose
shot down from the sky by a hunter’s single bullet:
its mate, stunned by the death of his beloved,
hurled himself headfirst into the rocks below
at dizzying speed, yielding the hunter two geese —
I can only picture the weight of his bounty that day.
Some of us never know when
just enough becomes too much
exactly how much pressure it requires
to hold a heart in your cupped hands, still
frantic from overuse, cool and slick
with the aftermath of someone else’s longing
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Melody Wang currently resides in sunny Southern California with her dear husband. In her free time, she dabbles in piano composition and also enjoys hiking, baking, and playing with her dogs. She can be found on Twitter @MelodyOfMusings.
The imagery in your poem is stunning and poignant. Brava!