Flow and flows around my toes
Soft paddles in early light
Flat-disk of pond
Ringed with reed and frond
I gently churn to life.
Silk strings of wave I have, delicate, made
To my left as to my right
Slowly, prow forth
Just south of north
I stream in watery flight.
Silver glint, I spy with my water-trained eye
And dip my green head beneath wet
Calm as could be
I have killed for me
A scaled breakfast, for hunger has set.
Then flapping strong wings and these paddly things
I push off from a runway of glass
Disturbing the peace
I go join the geese
And quack loudly, serenity’s past.
