Today, mine feels like a giant sunflower perched on top of a slender, swaying reed.
Where is the neck of support?
The seeds are squirming wanting to burst out, like popcorn popping in a pan.
It is odd to me how such an easy day like yesterday is followed by another like today, and so, I just stay with it, and pause to rest the lids on my eyes, my head on its stem.
How wonderful to lean back in a warm, supportive chair.
We have been walking down to the marsh in the frost of the morning, and each day are greeted by ducks.
I like this poem, that reminds me to keep quacking, no matter how deep or thick the storm.
Ah, now, I am remembering March of the Penguins. Now, those guys have a tough time. My life is a summer breeze, in places other than Tam Valley where the summer shakes the innards and bounces the leaves. I do love it here, though, and give quite the sales pitch for Tam Valley. It is like living in the 50's, in a positive way, and everything is here.
Crossing by Mike White
Driving through the greener suburbs, my brain
full of stops, I came across a yellow sign
announcing, pictorially, that just ahead
was a duck crossing.
You can't imagine
my sudden happiness, to be reminded
simply of ducks, that ducks are with us,
and what's more, that they might, this very moment,
duckwalk single file across my path, that I
would need to yield, use unusual care.
What else makes a person
turn off the radio and quack the rest of the way home?
May your day be filled with quacking. There's nothing quite like that!!