I wanted to be them:
At once the landscape
And a couple, distinct and beautiful
Paired by destiny or accident
Or some act of some will
They stayed together
He showed off for her
She followed him
She was safer than he
Blending, as she did so well,
With the foliage of a summer past.
They saw me
Heard the camera
Swam with the current
Light and quick
Doing what they did because that is what ducks do
When people like me show up.
All was well, all was good
As they moved on but I followed.
I wanted to be them.
I did not get a picture.
At once the landscape
And a couple, distinct and beautiful
Paired by destiny or accident
Or some act of some will
They stayed together
He showed off for her
She followed him
She was safer than he
Blending, as she did so well,
With the foliage of a summer past.
They saw me
Heard the camera
Swam with the current
Light and quick
Doing what they did because that is what ducks do
When people like me show up.
All was well, all was good
As they moved on but I followed.
I wanted to be them.
I did not get a picture.
4 comments:
I have seen several wood duck pairs lately. It is fun to watch the lovers courting. I giggle each time I see a lovers quarrel. They are so animated this time of year. Love your poem.
Been seeing a lot myself too. I jog around this park every morning and I see these bunch of ducks moving together all the time. Next time, that is tomorrow, I shall think of these lines whilst watching them doing what they do. Nice piece!!! Fantastic imagery!!!
This is a wonderful poem! Thank You for sharing!
When I was a child, because of the way I walked, and the tie-tongued way in which I talked, I was nicknamed "Duck". There have been many occasions when I have taken on the personality of one, as they know when to move out of the way ... warbling or swimming; quickly and quietly, and some could even fly.
This one is beautiful ... and so is the poem.
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