I like to walk around the pond
Watching the ducks dance
To the rhythms of a tune
I cannot hear. I only
See the steps and hear their calls
As the music rises and falls.
Now a pair swooping in,
Planing to a stop like a
Water skier coming to shore.
Then perhaps a round of loud
Quacking followed by a
Flourish of wings shaking
Away some energy or tension
In the soul. Then again a
Quiet swim with ducklings
Swirling around like a chorus
Of out of tune violins
That somehow manage to
End on the same note. Don’t worry,
I’ll be back even if I am
Deaf to the song.
One of my favorite things to do as a child was to go to Laurelhurst Park and feed the ducks (as far as I understand, this is no longer aloud?). In college my ex and I used to ride our bikes to a park on the edge of town in Corvallis and watch the ducks there too. And just the other day I was driving down Highway 30 and traffic came to a complete stop to allow a mamma, daddy, and four baby geese safely waddle across the street. I think my heart just melted a little bit at the sight!
ReplyDeleteSo anyway, I suppose, all this is to say, I love ducks and I love this poem. Thanks for sharing :) Oh, and I will be at church today (yay!).