Ducks

I closed my eyes
         on a mind racing,
but opened them to
          ducks gliding,
ripples followed
          their bodies,
tail feathers twitching
          as they take
their time across
         the pond.

They have no worries
         about the time,
just directions inside
         their feathers,
so they don't know
         - nor care, I suppose,
why I could sit there
        watching all day,
but instead why
         I must go.

Do they notice the grey
         of the prestorm light,
or is that a strictly human
         thing to see?
Later my daughter will ask
         what do ducks eat,
And I'll realize I don't
         have an answer,
but when I open my eyes
         I think only of wishing,


        I
           could
                  glide
                        like
                             that.



(4/18/20)