A Procession of Ducks

A procession of ducks

In a line, leaving an angular wake

In the reflecting pool

I watched them from the shore

Their universe between sky and soil, oak and water

A lifetime of trails across the surface

Here to there, and back again, again and again

Broad of wing, yet this their home

Do they dream of us?

I turned to leave and froze;

A procession of ducks,

A family, feasting on seeds at my feet.