The book Jonathan Livingston Seagull made such an impression on me when I read it. I could identify with the main character, so I thought maybe I should write something that echoed my Canadian identity. (I hope Bob and Doug McKenzie will forgive my borrowing their catchphrase.)
Flight of a Canada Goose
“Take off, eh!”
Those famous words set the mind of Canaday to thinking…
Maybe it was time to look at the world from a different perspective;
Maybe it was time to see things for himself instead of taking other people’s word for what was important;
Maybe it was time…
All his life, Canaday had known within himself
That he was special,
But everyone tried to make him feel like the Ugly Duckling.
He just didn’t fit in anywhere:
He couldn’t relax around the others because he was aware of the differences which separated them;
It wasn’t that he was better than them – he just didn’t think the way they did.
One day, he sat looking at the rest quarreling amongst themselves about the most trivial of matters:
Who was going to be first in the breadcrumb line?
What does it matter? he thought.
There is plenty of food in the Park with the Stanley statue standing at its entrance,
There are plenty pf opportunities to eat the scraps that those silly bipeds left lying around.
What is the big deal about what the pecking order is?
Casting his eyes skyward, Canaday caught sight of the Eagle:
That’s the way to be, soaring high above all this pettiness.
I want to fly away, and be done with mundane matters.
So he took off…
David Stewart Miller – June 28 1990