Geese on a lawn

How is my heart like a flock of geese on a lawn? 

Scattered, yet still all lined up, 

Like ducks in a row, 

Trying to do the right thing 

While yet still some rebellion; 

Some part of me always standing apart, 

Another part clustered for safety 

While other parts, curious, keep looking around 

(For inspiration, or danger? Who knows?) 

All the while gratefully nibbling 

 On the grass nature gives us, 

And happy to rest for a while although knowing 

The long flight awaits us,

 When all parts will gather and fly in formation 

For the long journey home.