Dawdling

Two geese crossing the road,
Intrusion of civilization?
Or union with nature?
The unhurried pace in tandem,
The cars wait, some honking.

A step, one after another,
Not a care in the world,
No place they need to be,
No concept of time, there is.

Uncorrupted by thoughts,
Without a sense of urgency,
Just the imminent task.

Can we get there one day?
Where contentment rules?

Once touched by goals,
We don’t stop to see!

Are we better off as animals?